Two days after the news of Sarah Taylor’s death and the search for her missing daughter had become headline news across the nation, Detective Sergeant Pat Travers returned to work after a mild case of Covid. As soon as he’d sat at his desk, intending to log on and work through his inbox, he was summoned into Detective Inspector Smith’s office.
‘Have a seat, Pat,’ said Inspector Smith. ‘How are you feeling?’
‘Right as rain, sir. It’ll take more than bloody Covid to kill me.’
‘That’s the spirit.’ Inspector Smith shuffled the papers on his desk until he found the one he wanted. ‘You hear about the Commissioner’s daughter?’
‘Pretty hard not to,’ said Pat. ‘Any news on his grand-daughter?’
‘Still missing, I’m afraid.’
Shit, thought Pat. Two days out in this heat, that couldn’t be good. ‘W
