There was a murmur around the room and even a bit of applause. Christ, she had started something. Various speakers went on to deal with logistics and resources. A massive operation was under way. She was so glad she hadn’t dived in alone. Perhaps she had learned something. She was nothing but a uniformed patrol cop. When the meeting broke for lunch she grabbed Tom Mitchell.
“Shannon, see what you’ve done,” he said.
“Guv, that semen. I’ve got a suspect and we won’t have his DNA.”
“Really....”
“The Arowsmith’s have a son, Ashley. He’s a right little s**t. It might be worth checking the DNA to see if the suspect is related to Ron.”
“I’ll get on it. Maybe we’ve done that....”
Shannon made to move away. He took her arm.
“Remember, when this all unfolds you should be on the way up, Shanno
