THIRTEEN
TEWKESBURY 2022 AD
Call me old-fashioned, but I prefer my police inspectors not to have a bushy black beard, especially when they have a thin face, like DI Maddison.
He came back into the interrogation room looking for all the world as if he needed a good steak and chips, lowering his lean frame into the chair opposite and locking eyes.
“I must apologise for keeping you waiting, Mr Conley, but it’s a devil of a job to get through to the people you need at MI5. Anyway, I spoke with Sir Clive and he corroborates your story.”
“Story?”
“Oh dear, I ‘m putting my foot in it, again! Nerves, I suppose, it’s not every day we work with a celebrity and a real-live agent. On a murder case too. Now, tell me again from the beginning…”
I sighed and fear I glared at the young detective. I
