Shortly after eight thirty on Wednesday morning, Pat and Lina met with Sergeant Bob Davenport at the police station.
‘Sorry I wasn’t here when you arrived,’ said Bob. ‘Regional meeting over in Clare.’
‘No problem, gave us time to settle in.’ Pat looked around Bob Davenport’s office. It’s drab colours and the faded notices on the wall behind Bob left him feeling depressed. He wasn’t worried about the delay in meeting with the local sergeant to get their bearings. Nothing about this investigation had a feeling of urgency. He didn’t even think they were going to get anywhere with it, despite what he’d said to Lina.
‘Where do you want to start?’ said Bob.
‘Seeing this is a murder investigation, I guess we’d better take a look at the crime scene,’ said Pat, ‘although I doubt it will tell us
