THE PETROL STATION forecourt was bathed in light, but devoid of activity, as Nathan, accompanied by DC Grey turned off the road and parked near the shop.
“You the cops?” Stu Keegan asked the moment the bell - more of an electronic buzzer - announced the arrival of someone in the shop.
“That’s right, we’re the cops,” Nathan said as he approached the counter. “I take it you’re Stu Keegan.”
Stu nodded, he wasn’t a hundred percent sure about talking to the cops, regardless of the reason, it went against his nature and his instincts, but he recognised that having made the call, backing out was likely to be worse for him than talking. “That’s right. You the guy in charge of the murder case -Stone?” If he hadn’t already been nervous about talking to the cops, the prospect of speaking to a dete
