“You get the kettle on and I’ll pop out for some milk.”
She drove to the village, picked up some milk, tea, bread, butter and a couple of cans of soup. It would buy a little time. She was back with her in fifteen minutes. She sat down with her tea to take a full statement. Mrs Hornet began.
“There were four of them. They said they could see broken tiles on my roof. They said they were doing a job nearby and could fix the problem straight away. One of them said water would pour in during the winter and the ceilings would collapse. One of the others was already on the roof, throwing down tiles.”
Shannon controlled her anger. This wasn’t a Brixton-style crime but she’d read the bulletins from other areas for years. She recorded detailed descriptions of the men.
“They were finished in abou
