Chapter Twelve
The Orb and Sceptre was the only five-star hotel in town, far beyond the pocket of a humble DI. Dawn had often driven past it, and made the mistake one night of thinking she deserved a large glass of the house red.
That was an error she did not intend to make twice.
How such places justified their pricing was beyond her, but she supposed it was one way to ensure their clientele list was at the higher end of the market.
Dawn showed her badge to the parking valet, who looked as if he had been up all night and desperately needed his bed.
He directed her to the overflow car park, which was practically empty, so she took a spot near the entrance.
The man on duty at the front desk was tall and slim, and was wearing a black and gold waistcoat with shiny gold buttons over his
