DI DAVID SNOW, has a killer to catch.
A killer almost as mysterious as the crimes he commits.
Betrayal and lies come to the surface as Snow struggles to find the truth, but is he looking in all the wrong places?
Can Snow outwit the killer, or will the truth cost him his life?
Continuing our series of posts featuring some of the memorable characters from our books, today we welcome Detective Inspector David Snow, the man responsible for saving Kate Devereau in Out of Time. Not that the book had a particularly successful conclusion for him, but hopefully he will be in a talkative mood today.
As he walks into my office, I am struck again, by how much he reminds me of Tom Selleck. The same smile and boyish demeanour, but his beginning to show the signs of wear around the edges.
“Take a pew and thank you so much for agreeing to talk to us today, David. The first thing I have to ask, is how is Kate these days? We haven’t heard anything since we saw you last.”
He lowers his long frame into one of my office chairs, sadly inadequate for someone his size. It looks like dolls furniture, and reminds me to think about getting something a tad more comfortable for any future interviews.
“Glad to be here, actually Anita. I needed a break and taking time out from my latest case is more than welcome. Last time I saw Kate, she was much the same as before. They say there is still hope of a full recovery, but I’m not so sure…”
“You mentioned a new case, anything we will get to hear about?”
“At this stage, anything is possible. It all depends on whether I successfully solve the problems or not, I suppose.”
“I heard the sad news about your sergeant Jim Harris. Does this have anything to do with the case?”
David hesitates, and I wonder if I have just pushed my luck. He is a detective after all, and not known for his small talk as a rule.
“Unfortunately, I am unable to comment directly at this stage. So much is still speculation. My writer is pushing me to make sure I leave no stone unturned, and I owe it to her to try my best.”
Changing the subject, I ask him about the serial killer in his last case. Should be on safe ground as the case is probably closed.
“Have you finally closed the case on Jack Holland yet?”
Was it my imagination, or did a cloud just pass over his face?
“The forensic evidence was pretty conclusive, so I am reasonably satisfied we will not be seeing him again.”
“I heard a rumour that you might be contemplating retirement in the near future, is this true?”
He looked at me without speaking for what seemed like ages. I knew he did this sometimes when he didn’t want to talk. Then a slow smile lifted the corners of his mouth and creased the skin around his eyes. He was gorgeous when he did that, and I can quite understand the effect he has on women.
“I was thinking about it. Getting a bit long in the tooth now and the idea of moving away from it all was very appealing. But I am needed now, so what I want will have to wait.”
My next question was worrying me. Just how would this important man, Detective Inspector Snow react to my probing into his business? I decided to take the chance anyway.
“I understand there is a new female presence in your office these days. What is she like?”
He looked at me, a stunned expression on his face as if surprised I knew about her.
“How on earth do you know about Detective Winton? I only met her two days ago…and before you ask, it is too soon for me to have any opinions.”
“Is she pretty?”
For the first time in the interview, he didn’t look at me. He seemed embarrassed, which was strange, unless he had made up his mind. “Come on David, you can at least tell me if she is pretty…”
“Okay, if it will shut you up, I will admit to feeling uncomfortable in her presence. She makes me feel awkward, as if she knows something I don’t… and on that note, I really should be getting back to work… I have enjoyed meeting you, Anita.”
“Perhaps we can talk again, after this case is solved maybe?”
He slowly pulled himself out of the uncomfortably small chair and I was surprised yet again by how tall he was. As he shook my hand, I caught another glimpse of the rare smile, the way he must have looked as a young man. I wondered where his story would end, and if Kate Devereau would be there when it did.