Chapter SEVEN: Computers
"It's the new computer system," the I.T guy was saying. "It has faults."
Detective Sergeant Don Fellowes, Mickey's best friend in the whole world, and experienced investigator for Manchester C.I.D. was frustrated. He had been tapping various keys on his keyboard for the last hour, but it seemed to have no effect on what appeared on his screen. There was a hopeless jumble of photos and text, all unrelated.
The Criminal Investigation Department cannot do its job, he was thinking sourly. The arrests we made earlier in the week - important figures in the local drugs trade - had all been written up and processed. Now, the documents couldn't be found.
Don stopped, bamboozled again. Now his screen went black. Then, slowly, pixel by pixel, a picture emerged. It was him
