Perfect Crime (D.I. Callanach, #5)

by Helen Sarah Fields

Why had he never returned

That’s all been asked and answered, both in the book and by me in notes

Everyone lied to themselves about something.

And yet we all sadly know the truth too. No wonder we’re such a F’d up species.

A female figure emerged through Bruce Jenson’s patio door and ran through the gardens to the road. No hair or eye colour as it was so dark. No description of clothing other than tight-fitting trousers and a coat, not bulky. Tallish, slim, her figure gave the gender away.’

The mother, the psycho crazy French biatch, or, is there another player in the game?….. I know it could be the wife or daughter, but that seems so easy that… umm, hang on maybe it’s so easy that the authors pulling a swift one and giving us all these crazy suspects when it’s just another family member too impatient to get their inheritance… ?

would get more painful with each passing year.

Only to normal people

A woman who was protecting herself, by denying herself anything that might hurt her.

That’d be me, and I didn’t treat a living, or dead, soul badly while removing myself from society, and in all honesty I’d of seriously reconsidered moving anywhere but back to the bed in her position.

But he’d never been close to suicide. The thought of it left him bereft. Unless you’d been there, it was inconceivable. He hadn’t really thought about the scale of the problem until

I wonder what made the author use this as a backdrop for the book? Must be a reason. I won’t be ashamed of it, and no one will ever read this anyway, but I did a klutzed attempt when I was 22, no details, but when your young, the idea of death can seem so far away, that the idea of killing your self has an almost unreal sheen to it, you don’t contemplate the actual repercussions & the reality of what your doing, you can be so caught up in that awful post teenage angst that it colors everything else. I’m very grateful I didn’t succeed and mad at myself for doing it in the first place. I’d love to say with age comes wisdom, and I’m not old! but about 10 years ago I had a tumor in my leg, but no one knew it was there, I just had pain attacks that went past what anyone should of had to take, and I had them randomly every day, no telling for how long, 2 mins, 10, 50, 2 hours, feeling like someone had put a knife inside me and were twisting it, then it would burn, but not hot, burn from cold, no reason, it’d do it when I was in bed, out shopping, at work, anywhere and everywhere and all the Drs told me I just had to live with it, there was nothing there, it was all in my head. I didn’t want to live with it, I fantasized about dying, I thought about how to do it, where, when, what I wanted to do before I died, who I wanted to find me, my funeral, letters to loved ones. How I didn’t do it, I’ll never know, I even asked ‘god’ to kill me to make it stop. So there’s 2 reasons why people kill themselves, suicidal thoughts are as varied as the people who are having them and what they feel unable to cope with and no one should ever be judged for not having the ability to deal with it themselves, until you’ve lived someone else’s life you can never judge it.

That leaves someone who hasn’t yet figured into our investigation,

See, if crazy psycho French biatch was behind it, how would she of even known? It’s pretty much a state secret between Cal, his Mum & Ava, no one else could know…

isn’t in the police national database,

Well that’s good news! Even if it is his Mum there’s no comparison been made, yet.

That was Callanach’s problem, not hers. She had enough to deal with.

Oh Ava, charming as ever.

Can I just ask—’ ‘Sorry, one moment,

I hope she’s not put him off his train of thought, could be important…

only every email on the page was marked as read.

Hmmm SURELY crazy French psycho biatch (or from now to be known as >> CFPB << as I can’t be bothered typing it every time) couldn’t do that? Hack the emails? Because if she could, or got it done for her, then she’d know about everything! I just have her on my brain, but I just wonder if she’s still trying to destroy him, send him to jail for multiple murders, well, 2 anyway. I guess we’ll see, she’s certainly loony enough and calculating enough…

Callanach was as sure as he could be that

Ditto…

It was something of a violation. Just not as much of a violation as

God I want to highlight the entire thing, but I can’t, it’d ruin it for anyone else, but damn what a one liner!

apologies for how bad the tea was and how uncomfortable the chair was,

One leg should be ever so very very slightly shorter than the others, then something hard should be pushed under the outer lining of the seat area, makes it especially extra specially uncomfortable! Yes, I’m wicked. :)

RJ

He’s just trying to get his 15 mins of fame, he’s not behind it, I reckon that soldiers looking better by the page…

‘Someone notify Janet Monroe that we have a suspect and

Don’t jump the gun, that’s a bad, and stoopid thing to do as if everyone puts their guard down, poor Janet’s bub will grow up without a mommy

Ava whispered quietly to Tripp.

Can’t highlight what she said, but here she goes again, she latches onto the smallest thing and immediately decides what she thinks is exactly right, regardless of anything or anyone else, it’s an ongoing and extremely bad character flaw

Lance

Dear Author I know you have a tiny tendency to put characters through the rough, but please don’t hurt him!

because you knew children hated it. They really bloody hated it.

Not just kids either

but his foot was quicker,

Did I see this coming? Or did I see this coming?….

They raced through the city, using lights and sirens

I’ve said it before, but if readers can see what the situation could be with this guy, shouldn’t the polis? But no, it seems another done deal, this is the one issue I have with these books.

The problem was that it seemed to have inspired something much darker

See she shouldn’t be thinking The problem was that it seemed to have inspired something much darker It should be The problem was that it MAY OF inspired something much darker, And acted accordingly rather than hell for leather…

bedding that was stained in a manner resembling bodily fluid tie-dyeing

Heh heh heh That’s a good one!

Imagination was the most powerful tool in the world. It was the reason propaganda started wars and why horror movies were so popular.

But don’t forget gut instinct is imagination’s country cousin and one that bears listening to

Just like that, the spell was broken.

And just like that, ignorance became bliss

Ava at all.’

That line comes across wrong, he, the killer, doesn’t know the team & certainly not well enough to throw out a line like that. Please don’t kill Lance, or Janet

been a step ahead of them all, deflecting their attention to someone else.

No he didn’t do any such thing, he was just bloody lucky they latched onto assuming the other guy was who they wanted and stupidly took away her safety net, I mean wtf? They couldn’t of left it there for another bloody 1/2 an hour? Cops wouldn’t do that, this is where I get a little annoyed with the books, which really annoys me as 95% of the books are great, but then this…

We took

Why yes you did, stupid, something that would never be done irl, kinda like her using her real name in a sting operation, kinda like using her real damn apartment! Why why why? Is he going to save her? But die himself? Please NO…

but not without a motive.

I feel kinda bad taking a Ding ding Ding For this as it was blindingly obvious

And that meant she was to blame for whatever happened next.

Yes, you are, in both counts, and you’ve done what everyone in his past did during round one with the PFCB, you judged, before listening, before knowing, you judged, you don’t even remotely deserve him & if he takes you back, more fool him

The knocking came from a long way away. Then closer.

Ding Dong PCFB calling, erm I mean Avon …

He couldn’t let her inside his flat. The presence of her DNA would only add to claims

Oh silly silly man, do you not think she’s already been inside? Of course she bloody has!

In her palm sat grey-green death,

Grenade why sm I not even remotely surprised? A gun would be too flipping easy for her to bother

congratulating himself for thinking to put her trainers on her to ensure she couldn’t simply slip her feet free.

Umm trainers can easily be pulled off

Clozapine?’

Anti psychotic, what else

flapping his arms maniacally.

Can’t highlight the whole part, but I don’t see this being right, it doesn’t fit

before sliding it into her pocket.

Oh I can see where this is going, Ava with her typical all or nothing is going to go rushing to Cal, like she has a right, she’s going to meet PFCB and (hopefully) shoot her, this starting an entire new problem. If not that just put the 3 of them & a gun on a spinning wheel and let it rip to whatever option it stops on…

like a Christmas cracker trinket, ill-fitting and ridiculous without its counterpart.

That’s a very apt description

It’s rare –

Unless there really is something showing on his brain, he’s just another body waiting for s grenade…

‘Nature’s the beast, not the beasts themselves. You can’t tame the wildness that comes from within. Tigers kill for sport. Coyotes make an art of it. Cats play with mice for hours before killing them.’

Not like we do, they do not understand the correlation between themselves, other animals and what their actions do to them, they don’t take pleasure from hurting, they take it from simple play.

but everyone believed

You mean YOU believed !

And when he looked in her eyes, it was as if no one else existed. As if no one else had ever existed, in fact. No one who mattered.

BS

Thank you x

It’s surprising how many authors never thank their readers, without us, there’s no them, or should I say no books, no characters etc, no Cal, that’d really suck.