The Face of a Killer?“I've got it Sir!” Tim Kelly literally burst into Connor's office without hesitating to knock.
“Kelly?” said Connor, a look of surprise on his face as the young officer, realising his lack of decorum, stood a little sheepishly just inside the door, a piece of paper in his hand. Connor had been daydreaming a little, reliving yet another night of warmth and loving in the arms of Catherine Nickels. He could hardly believe his luck.
Kelly regained his composure quickly and advanced towards the inspector, proffering the piece of paper as he did so.
“The composite Sir, the picture photofit of The Chocolate Woman, here it is. Miss Reynolds was most helpful. She came in first thing this morning knowing how important it was to get this done for us.”
Connor took the sheet of
