Uprising by Scott G. Mariani Page A

nice, Dec. You’re going to have to be brave.’
    ‘I saw a girl get her throat slashed and a bunch of vampires taking a shower in her blood,’ Dec muttered. ‘I think I can handle whatever you have to show me.’
    Joel scrolled up the photo he’d taken at the recovery scene. Without another word he handed the phone to Dec. The young guy’s face drained of colour as he stared at the image on the screen.
    ‘Scroll down. There’s another.’
    Dec thumbed the button and his face grew even whiter. He dropped the phone in his lap, then sank his head into his hands. ‘Shit. That is bad.’
    Joel took the phone back from him. ‘You okay?’
    ‘Yeah, I’m okay. Don’t think I’ll be wanting dinner, though.’
    ‘Well?’
    ‘It’s her,’ Dec mumbled through his fingers. ‘The girl from the party. The one they killed.’
    ‘Dec, we need to be completely sure.’
    The young guy looked up sharply. ‘You don’t forget something like that. I’m sure.’
    Joel nodded. He was silent for a few moments as he got his thoughts together. Confiding in Dec Maddon was going a long way out on a limb – but Dec was all he had right now.
    He took a deep breath. ‘This isn’t a regular murder investigation, is it, Dec? This is something different.’
    Dec looked at him. ‘Does that mean you believe me?’
    Joel paused a long time before he replied. ‘We need to keep all this between us. I’m taking a big chance on you. Don’t let me down.’
    Dec nodded solemnly. ‘I won’t let you down.’
    ‘You’re going to be discharged from here tomorrow morning, and you and I are going for a drive. I want you to help me find the house. You need to think hard.’
    ‘Things are coming back slowly,’ Dec said. ‘Details.’
    ‘Like?’
    ‘Like those weird birds.’
    ‘What weird birds?’
    ‘On the gateposts. Like sculptures, you know? Stone birds. Ravens or something. I can remember their claws and beaks. Ugly fuckers.’
    Joel patted him on the shoulder as he rose to leave.
    ‘Keep it coming. Write down everything you remember. I’ll see you in the morning.’

Chapter Twenty
    Evening was falling by the time Joel rode into Lavender Close on the edge of the market town of Wallingford. He cruised slowly past the gate entrances looking for number sixteen, but couldn’t find it until he realised that the Hawthornes’ place was the only house in the street with a name instead of a number. The fancy slate sign on the wall read ‘The Willows’.
    He rolled the big Suzuki up onto the kerb by the gate and killed the engine. Unstrapping his helmet, he looked around him. The houses looked like they could have been made of Lego, all sitting in neat ranks in the amber glow of the streetlamps, each with its crisp little garden. Two of them even had gnomes. The house next door to the Hawthornes’ place was the only property that lacked the compulsory manicured lawn and perfect hedge, and instead of a Rover or a Volvo in the drive, there was a builder’s van and a couple of go-faster hatchbacks. That would be the Maddon place, then.
    He walked in the gate of The Willows, brushed his fingers through his hair at the door, and knocked. A few seconds later a light came on in the hallway, then the door opened and a sour-faced woman appeared on the front step. She eyed the bike and his leather jacket with obvious distaste, and crossed her arms.
    ‘If it’s the Maddons you’re looking for, it’s the next door along.’
    ‘I’m not. Are you Mrs Hawthorne?’
    ‘I’m Gillian Hawthorne,’ she said uncertainly. Her eyes opened wide as he showed her his police ID. ‘You’re a Detective Inspector?’ She made no attempt to mask the scepticism in her voice.
    ‘Incredible though it may seem,’ he felt like saying. Instead he adopted his most polite tone and said, ‘It’s your daughter Kate I’ve come to see. Is she in?’
    ‘If this is about Declan Maddon, shouldn’t you be talking to them?’ She jerked her thumb dismissively at