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DEADLY NIGHTSHADE CHAPTER 4

Chapter 4: sister act

Caroline 6.26am

Verity 6:27

girl this better be good you woke me up

caroline cmon

the suspense is killing me

Caroline 6:30

you know i said we were on a boy cleanse

well

Verity 6:31

tell me

is this gonna make me feel better abt getting back together with andrew

Caroline 6:33

verity! i thought we agreed that until he put a ring on it we were saying no!!!!

but possibly yes

Verity 6:35

i’m weak ok

what’s the tea

Caroline 6:37

black

Verity 6:37

what

Caroline 6:38

chai

Verity 6:39

what

Caroline 6:40

i slept with the hot doctor on my case and i am like 90% sure i am in love with him

Verity 6:41

oh girl

tell me everything

CALLING VERITY

“Oh my God, is he still there?” Were Verity’s first words when she answered the phone.

Caroline sighed, “Sadly not. We’re doing this very sexy thing where we fucked out our emotions and now we are supposed to be professional. He left last night.”

“Oh Caroline.” Verity sighed. “What have you done?”

“I don’t even know? Like I was the one who suggested it?”

“Why?”

“I kind of told him that I liked him a lot but I thought he was getting weirded out so I just went haha let’s fuck? And he went for it. How am I going to go to work on Monday Verity?” Caroline sighed. “Actually I’m glad he’s not here, Horace climbed in my bed and even he is recoiling at my awful morning breath.”

Verity laughed audibly. “I’m so sad I literally live 1000 miles away. I want to meet this guy!”

“Yeah why did you move to Lisbon? I miss you. I need you to see if you think he’s as hot as I think he is.”

“You know it’s quite encouraging.” Verity remarked. “Normally after you sleep with a guy, you question how you were even attracted to him in the first place.”

“Ugh, why do I have to have feelings Verity?” Caroline whinged, cuddling Horace closer. “I’ve decided the only man I’m allowing into my life now is Horace. That’s it. That’s the rules.” She climbed out of bed, almost dropping her iPhone in the process.

“I mean, we all saw how you lasted with your no men rule.”

“Stop it!” Caroline made a beeline for the kettle, ready to make a (good) cup of (proper) tea, unlike that milky shit Dwight lovingly makes her every morning. “I never catch feelings, what’s wrong with me?”

“Honestly who even is she anymore? Colour me shoo-”

“Verity! Emergency!” Caroline picked up some of her own stationary with ‘For Caroline’ scrawled on the front.

“What?” Verity called back but Caroline had already put the phone down, ripping open the envelope keenly.

Dear Caroline,

Just to let you know, I know very little about women (who aren’t patients) but I know enough to know you’re a fantastic one.

Thank you for a wonderful night,

Dwight x

“Verity my fanny is fluttering intensely.” Caroline picked the phone back up.

“Caroline!”

“How am I supposed to work with him when he keeps giving me all these… love kernels?”

“You’ve got to stay strong.” Verity was using her motivational mum voice. “Resolute.”

“He left me his number, I’m going to text him, ask what time he’s coming in on Monday.”

“Caroline I really don’t think that’s a-”

“Goodbye Verity!” Caroline slammed down her phone before realizing that could break the screen and also that she needed it immediately to text Dwight. Her hands were shaking a little and she was shocked at the pure effect he had on her. She didn’t feel like she’d ever felt like this about a man before, despite the overwhelming amount of men (and women) interested in her.

“Oh fuck.” She put an earl grey tea bag in her mug, something she’d become accustomed to since meeting Dwight. “I’m a white man’s whore.” Horace was whining at her feet and she opened her double doors to let him out, contemplating how she’d been so involved in solving this damn case, she’d put herself second again. Which she swore she’d never do.

Maybe sleeping with Dwight was a mistake. Maybe she should make him less involved in the case.

But you see, he had this way of connecting with witnesses, asking the right questions that made Caroline feel more secure, even as an experienced detective.

Plus, she sighed, there was definitely something there. Why on earth did he have to be her colleague?

“Oh Horace,” she spooned his food into his bowl where he had returned from the garden. “I’ve fucked up.”

Horace simply snaffled his food in reply and she stared at him fondly. Living in a ground floor apartment meant she had a beautiful little patio and she could watch Horace all day at the weekend, unless the case was really desperate. But she’d bought her files home and was ready to read up on her next witness, Rowella Chynoweth.

Why on earth hadn’t she called on the sister of the deceased earlier? Apparently she lived in the next town over but witness statements showed they had not spoken since Morwenna’s marriage to Osborne Whitworth. This seemed unlikely due to the close proximity of the sisters. Character references also seemed to prove she couldn’t hold a job down, with one employer calling her a ‘pathological liar.’

As much as she admired Dwight, she knew she’d have to do this one alone.

POLICE INTERVIEW WITH SUSPECT:

MISS ROWELLA CHYNOWETH (POSSIBLE WITNESS, SISTER OF THE DECEASED): RC

DET. CAROLINE PENVENEN: CP

CP: Just to reassure you, this is a chat more than an interview, legal counsel probably is not required unless you insist on it.

RC: Well, when I need it I have the best that money can buy.

CP: Really? I have a warrant to your bank statements that seem to suggest otherwise.

RC: I have my means.

CP: Are you referring to the £1,000 given to you each month by an Osborne Whitworth?

RC: Yes, they regret they could not see me often so they sent me some compensatory money.

CP: That’s odd. Unusual for a family. Did Mowenna know about this money?

RC: Yes.

CP: I will make note of this. What was your relationship like with your sister and her husband?

RC: My sister and I drifted apart after her marriage. I always thought her jealous of me because she chose to be married and regretted it after.

CP: Some witnesses have reported that your sister was unhappy in her marriage, does this surprise you?

RC: Honestly? She was miserable all the time about one thing or another I wouldn’t take that too seriously.

CP: Did you ever notice any abnormalities in her marriage to the Reverend Whitworth?

RC: As I say, I distanced myself after the marriage.

CP: Yes, could we go through that again? You have ‘distanced’ yourself by living just one town over but they miss you so much, they send you compensatory money?

RC: Yes, I wouldn’t change a word you said. Let the record show that. Anything else?

CP: Yes one more thing, where were you the afternoon and evening of the murder?

RC: With my boyfriend, a man named Arthur Sawley.

CP: That’s all for now, Rowella, don’t skip town.

END OF INTERVIEW

Caroline swung open her office door, ready to collapse into her comfortable chair when-

“You look absolutely exhausted and it’s only 10am.”

Dwight was sat in the chair opposite her desk, smiling, as if he had been there for quite a while and honestly? It had Caroline shook up.

“Oh yeah sorry,” Caroline forced out a smile through her shock. “I just had a really difficult witness.”

“Oh really? I didn’t know you had one coming in today.” Dwight countered as Caroline made herself comfortable in her chair. Honestly even retaining eye contact with him was a lot right now.

“Yeah Rowella Chynoweth. She’s a liar, I sense it in my gut. And from several sturdy character references.” Caroline scribbled furiously on her interview notes. “There’s this £1000 I just cannot justify.” She explained to him about the monthly payments and Dwight furrowed his brow.

“Maybe he’s paying her off for something?”

“But she said Morwenna knew about the payments?” Caroline could not connect the dots.

“But she’s a liar.” Dwight shrugged. “By the way, your hair looks nice today.”

Caroline blushed. She’d worn her hair down for the first time in ages and she wasn’t wearing a pantsuit for the first time in ages because she’d decided it was a new week and time for a new Caroline. “Thank you.” She’d always been excellent at taking compliments. How well she had been schooled. “I need a fucking clue, none of this is slotting together.” She’d been biting her biro for the last five minutes. “When will people stop lying?”

“She seems like the number one suspect at the moment.” Dwight suggested. “I’m sad I didn’t get to interview her sociopathic self.”

“Oh you missed nothing- I knew what I had to do and at least I’ve got some frankly lazy cover stories to work with.”

“Hey Caroline.” She was startled by the receptionist knocking on the door. “This just came for you.”

She passed a brown envelope with a printed label saying DET. CAROLINE PENVENEN

“Ooh I hope it’s my payslip.” Caroline smiled. “I’m broke as hell this month.” Dwight didn’t need to know that with her inheritance she’d never have to work a day in her life because it wasn’t important.

“It looks lowkey suspicious.” Dwight winced slightly.

“The new receptionist is very new so I will just have to see what amateur hour she’s produced here.” Caroline broke the seal with her letter opener she’d used only once before.

Inside were two sheets of paper almost stuck together and Caroline gasped when she saw what it was. “Oh my God Dwight.” She said under her breath, “You’re not going to believe this.”

For inside the envelope were two… indecent pictures of Rowella Chynoweth and the Reverend Osborne Whitworth.

“Oh my god.” Dwight gasped. “First of all, I’m never going to unsee that, put it away. Second of all, that’s probably what the money was for.”

“Morwenna couldn’t have possibly known about that money.” Caroline shook her head. “But I think we just found some motive.”

“Next question,” Dwight added, “Who sent this?”

“I will run the envelope to evidence for prints but I doubt there will be anything. Whoever is giving me these clearly wants to remain anonymous.” Caroline sighed. “FUCK.”

“You know, you should start a swear jar,” Dwight reclined his seat. “You’d make so much money.”

“When I was younger, swearing was bad manners. My uncle always said ‘no man will ever love you if you have a foul mouth’ and I just thought… well fuck.”

“That’s actually not true.” Dwight replied. “If anything it makes you more intellectual, shows you have a stronger grasp on the English language.”

Caroline blushed again. “Dwight, stop.” She shook her head. “Next thing I’ll have myself thinking you believe in me.”

To that, Dwight just smiled enigmatically. “What’s the harm in me believing you can solve this case?”

Hi yeah, the problem is I’m trying to delete my feelings for you but every time we are in the same room it intensifies times 100.

“Nothing. I’m a brilliant detective.” Caroline smirked. “And you’re a subpar doctor.”

“Stop it.” Dwight laughed. “I didn’t spend seven years at university to be called subpar!”

“Ok,” Caroline conceded, trying to tone down how extra she was being because she felt as if she was embarrassing herself. “I’ll confess, you’re a pretty great doctor. To dead people. I guess.”

“Wow.” Dwight was happy she’d finally cracked. “That’s going to be the opening statement on the cover letter for my next job.”

“What?” Caroline furrowed her eyebrows. “You’re leaving the morgue?”

“Yeah, I’ve done my time. I want to be a GP, it’s a bit more my scene. I’m going to have to go back to school for a bit first, but yeah, I plan to leave for Cambridge as soon as this case is over.”

Caroline’s heart was stamped on. Is this why he wanted to solve the case as soon as possible? Why the change? Did he not want to work with her anymore?

“Caroline,” Dwight attempted to regain her eye contact. “You literally look as if you’ve seen a ghost, are you ok?”

“This isn’t about… what happened between us is it?” Caroline could barely get the words out, she felt as if her mouth was made of cotton. How had she caught feelings so fast?

“No.” Dwight was quick to respond, holding his hand out over the table. “You are quite an incredible woman Caroline but not so much so you make me want to change practice.”

Caroline tentatively put her hand out back. “You see, things like this hurt me Dwight.”

“Things like what?”

“I don’t know whether it’s because you’re my colleague, or whether you’re a professional but, I just never feel like you’re completely in my reach.” Caroline said in a voice barely more than a whisper.

“Caroline,” Dwight replied almost instantly. “Do you want me to be in reach?”

Desperately, Caroline thought to herself.

“Until you go to Cambridge.” Caroline kept her voice calm. “I think we should keep doing… what we do. I don’t think I’m ready to let go yet. Are you?”

Dwight sighed, carding a hand through his hair. “I wish I could say I was but, we are going to have to keep it secret.”

“The best kept secret.”

“How did this get so complicated?” Dwight was confused. “If this were any other circumstance I would be dating the hell out of you right now.”

Is what you wanted him to say.

What he actually said was, “Thank you Caroline. I’ve got another body in the morgue, see you tonight?”

“Yeah,” Caroline breathed out gently, blushing at the thought. “See you tonight Doctor Enys.”

A/N: I WANT UR THEORIES!! WHO IS THE MURDERER AND WHO IS SENDING THOSE NOTES? WILL CAROLINE AND DWIGHT EVER MAN UP AND TELL EACHOTHER HOW THEY FEEL?

#dwight x caroline #fic #au #rowella chynoweth #morwenna chynoweth #dwight enys #caroline penvenen #poldark

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carolightpenvenys · 7 years ago

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DEADLY NIGHTSHADE CHAPTER 6

Chapter 6: poldark matter

It had truly been a traumatic morning for Caroline Penvenen.

She’d ambitiously worn a white pantsuit, to have coffee spilt down it from shaky hands. Today was the day she had to interview the Poldarks. Dwight had recused himself from the interviews so it was going to be intense. She had a niggling feeling they were innocent and this was pointless but the more ruthless side of her wanted to find something, anything to help solve this case. The envelope from the donor was not enough and she was starting to feel the pressure from her boss.

She was scribbling furiously on her notepad. Demelza.Ross. Sam. Will any of them know anything? It seemed unlikely as they really did seem like the wholesome family they seemed.

“Detective? There’s someone from the morgue here.” An officer was at her door, too early for her liking.

“Oh.” Caroline sighed in relief. “Let them in.” She hadn’t seen Dwight since Monday and it was Thursday now, probably the longest time they’d spent apart since the case began.

But, to Caroline’s dismay, a young, green looking girl was at the door in a white coat.

“Um, hello.” Caroline was taken aback. “Are you lost?”

“Oh no, Detective Penvenen. I’m Dr Rosina Hoblyn- I’m taking over from Dr Enys when he leaves the morgue.”

She looked thoroughly too young to be a doctor. “And where,” Caroline’s voice was a little uneven. “Is Dr Enys today?”

“Oh, he’s at the morgue. They just got a body in. But I believe he’s signed all the responsibility for this case over to me.”

Caroline was shaken. “Is that so?” This made no sense. She hadn’t had a text since Monday and wasn’t he supposed to be leaving after this case had ended? “When will Doctor Enys be leaving?”

“Oh, in about a week I expect.” Rosina replied innocently, but Caroline’s lips were pursed.

“Interesting.”

“Anyway, I thought I’d pop in and give you my number, in case you need any info about the body- I’m just a call away.” She popped a note on Caroline’s desk but Caroline was too taken aback to take any notice.

“Thank you, Dr Hoblyn.” She stuttered. “I look forward to working with you.”

Rosina left with a cheery wave but Caroline was left less than cheery. She felt like a used wet wipe. “What the fuck.” She whispered to herself.

And she was almost blessed that she was then interrupted by another officer at the door. “Your first witness is here, Detective.”

“Thanks.” She said weakly. She didn’t have time to think about this. She would bottle this up and never think about it again. She cleared her throat, put her hair in a ponytail and walked towards the interview room where Demelza Poldark was waiting with a huge grin on her face.

POLICE INTERVIEW WITH SUSPECT:

MS DEMELZA POLDARK (SISTER OF DRAKE CARNE (DC), POSSIBLE WITNESS): DP

DET. CAROLINE PENVENEN: CP

CP: Good morning, Ms Poldark.

DP: Morning! I’m excited to finally meet you.

CP: Um, could you tell me your whereabouts on the night in question between 5pm and midnight?

DP: I was at home with Drake, Sam and Ross. Sunday is family day!

CP: So I’ve heard. Do you hear often of Morwenna Whitworth?

DP: Not since her marriage. Osborne Whitworth is a monster though.

CP: Could you expand on that?

DP: I just have a sixth sense about it. Trust me there.

CP: Unfortunately your description will not hold up in a criminal case so if you know anything I would tell me or another officer immediately.

DP: I like you, you get to the point. But unfortunately I got nothing on them. But Drake really loved Morwenna you know.

CP: Did he have intention to marry her before her eventual marriage to Whitworth?

DP: Yes- but he has not a penny to his name really. I can see why her family were so keen for her to marry Whitworth.

CP: What makes you say that?

DP: Well George has limitless ambition but I’m sure you know from financial records, the Chynoweths have been in financial trouble for years- even before Elizabeth and George married.

CP: I actually didn’t subpoena the family bank account but I take this accusation seriously and look into it. You wouldn’t suggest that Morwenna was somehow sold to Whitworth?

DP: No, these rich families aren’t stupid. But the remaining Chynoweths are all women and they need them to marry safely. Someone with finances.

CP: Thank you Ms Poldark, you have been most helpful.

DP: The pleasure is all mine.

END OF INTERVIEW

Caroline filled out paperwork to subpoena the Chynoweth family bank account, and thought again to the monthly £1000 for Rowella. She sensed there was a more serious side to this case that she was yet to uncover, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

“Bring in Ross Poldark please.” Caroline took a sip of her water.

POLICE INTERVIEW WITH SUSPECT:

MR ROSS POLDARK (BROTHER IN LAW OF DRAKE CARNE (DC), POSSIBLE WITNESS): RP

DET. CAROLINE PENVENEN: CP

CP: Detective Poldark, could you tell me where you were between 5pm and midnight on the night in question?

RP: I was at home and all my family could vouch for me.

CP: Any unusual activity from Drake Carne at all?

RP: I don’t think so. He always goes to the shop at around 7pm to buy some last minute dessert but I’m sure the cameras in the shop could pick that up.

CP: This is interesting as he told me he was in the house all night,

RP: Ah. It’s part of the routine though, so he probably thought nothing of it.

CP: Are you sure he was at the shop that night?

RP: Well I didn’t go with him, but he returned home with a chocolate trifle, earlier than usual.

CP: And what time would you say that was?

RP: Around half seven.

CP: How far is the Whitworths from yours? If you know?

RP: I’ve never been but I believe it’s a fifteen minute drive, but Drake always walks.

CP: Thank you Ross.

END OF INTERVIEW

Caroline submitted another form for security tape footage, but wondered if she’d reached a dead end here. She still had one interview left, but she really didn’t expect much of it at all.

POLICE INTERVIEW WITH SUSPECT:

MR SAMUEL CARNE (BROTHER OF DRAKE CARNE (DC), POSSIBLE WITNESS):SC

DET. CAROLINE PENVENEN: CP

CP: Mr Carne, could you tell me where you were on the night in question?

SC: I arrived at the house at 6pm, just in time for dinner.

CP: So a possible time bracket for the murder stretches into 5pm, could you tell me where you were then?

SC: I was at Church. I guess the congregation, but more importantly, the Lord, can vouch for me.

CP: Ok Mr Carne. Did you detect any unusual activity in your brother that night. Allegedly you two are very close.

SC: We are. (He clears his throat).

CP: Mr Carne, you haven’t answered the question.

SC: I’m afraid if I answer I might make my brother a suspect.

CP: I do advise if you know anything now, to tell the police.

SC: I feel I must tell you as a duty to the Lord.

CP: Whatever pleases you.

SC: Drake didn’t go to the shop that night. He never does. I mean, who takes half an hour to go to the shop that’s less than a five minute walk from the house. He just pops in on the way back.

CP: Where does he go every Sunday, Mr Carne?

SC: To Morwenna’s house. He’d climb up to her window all Romeo and Juliet style and speak to her.

CP: And you place him there the night of the murder?

SC: I don’t know where else he could’ve gone. You can’t blame Demelza and Ross, they know nothing of it.

CP: You’re allowed to state if they do, Mr Carne. You’re not under oath.

SC: I am, to God. That, is all I know and he was back earlier than usual.

CP: What time?

SC: 7.26pm

CP: Thank you Mr Carne, that will be all.

END OF INTERVIEW

Caroline sighed as soon as Sam Carne had left the room. She now had someone at the scene of the crime, from an outside household during the timeframe of the murder. The only problem that prevented Drake being the perfect suspect is that he had no motive. Why would you kill someone you loved that deeply? It made no sense.

She wished she had someone to bounce ideas off. She hadn’t been assigned a partner yet, despite being given this huge case. She realised she’d been using Dwight like a partner this whole time, never really asking what he thought of it all. Maybe this time apart had bought her back to what she did best. Solving a fucking crime.

But she’s already allocated time to go and visit Dwight in the morgue. She could disguise it as wanting to see Rosina.

The morgue was a mere ten minute walk, what could go too far wrong?

She packed her bag up and disguised it as her lunch break, setting a reminder to get Drake Carne back in. She was about to place it on her desk but already lying there was-

Another brown envelope, identical to the first. “Holy-” She picked it up. Whatever lay inside was folded into quarters and she opened it to find an A2 set of blueprints.

“What the fu-” It was blueprints of an extravagant garden, unlike any of the houses she’d searched. They’d have to have been rich to afford to maintain it, but it was only after a whole ten minutes of looking that she saw it.

The deadly nightshade bush.

In the corner, there was a creeping bush of deadly nightshade. Caroline scribbled on her jotter, folding it away quickly Have we just found the garden of the murderer?

She put the envelope in her bag for safekeeping, knowing she had to get away from this case for at least an hour or so.

She walked as fast as her Yves Saint Laurent heels would allow straight out of the precinct and over to the morgue building. Yet as she opened the door, she was suddenly hit with a wave of uncertainty. Was it really her place to come here anymore? Surely Dwight had distanced himself for a reason. She crept closer and closer to the doors of the main theatre, but suddenly she heard voices.

“Oh, by the way, I met Caroline,” A familiar female voice. Was that Demelza Poldark? “I kind of don’t know if I want to be her best friend or if I want to marry her or if I want her to stand on my throat. I don’t know what it is about a powerful woman.”

She then heard the familiar sound of Dwight’s laugh and she hated how warm it made her feel. “Caroline is confusing, to say the least.”

Caroline’s heart sunk a little but he continued. “That’s why I feel if I’m going to ever leave, I have to separate from her- otherwise it could get too personal.”

Ok, now she wanted to fucking sob. Any future she’d ever fantasised about with Verity had just been thrown back in her face. She felt nauseous and like she needed to leave, but she felt rooted to the floor.

“You’re an idiot Dwight,” Demelza replied in a sing songy voice, and Caroline was kind of annoyed at her flippancy but happy that someone was in her corner. “Girls like her don’t just come around.”

“Don’t you think I know that Demelza?” She had never heard Dwight sound like this before- she was absolutely shocked. “I’m sorry.” He apologised. “But I’ve got to put myself first.”

Before she could hear anymore, someone said her name. “Caroline?”

She whipped her head around to see Rosina. Literally the very last person she wanted to see. “Oh hey,”

“Are you lost?”

Caroline almost wanted to scoff. Her? Lost in the morgue? Please. But she had to think of something. “Nope. I’ve actually come to see you.” She said with (completely false) confidence.

“Well,” the young woman smiled, “Come on in then.”

#poldark #dwight x caroline #demelza carne #ross poldark #sam carne #dwight enys #caroline penvenen #au #fic

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