Chapter Twenty-EightDetective Inspector Johnson looked at his watch. He and his sergeant were still at the crime scene. Though it was only a little over an hour since he had left Agnes at the restaurant, he felt he had been here half the night. He had been enjoying the evening until receiving the call from Andrews.
He rubbed his hands together and stamped his feet. It was so cold. Shielding his eyes from the lights set up by his colleagues, he could see the moon shining down from the cloudless sky. Little wonder it was so damn cold.
“That's it. We're done.”
Alan had been so lost in thought that he had failed to notice Dr Nichols walking towards him.
“Is there anything you can tell me, Keith?” Alan asked.
The pathologist c****d his head to one side. “What do you think?” He gestured tow
