Chapter 9Spencer dropped her at the police house. She was showered and prepared for absolutely b****y nothing! Her mind was a blur of remembered kisses, dreams, and passion mixed into the responsibilities of her working day. She had to find a blouse and underwear and swallow some good strong tea. She could remember it was Friday. She was a police officer and a pillar of the Fleetworth-Green community. Already she was thinking of that bear of a man.
Her first job was to look at all the new police reports. Detective Superintendent Mitchell had put out a preliminary report on the girl’s body. There was little she didn’t already know. She read the last paragraph carefully:
“Since we have no identity or history of the victim our options are limited at this time. All forensic samples are curre
