Chapter Forty-Seven – DCI BeckleyTuesday 5 January 2016. 17.05pm
Members of the press are here in droves awaiting further information regarding today's searches. They gather alongside the willow sculpture, almost shielding the exit to prevent me from leaving.
It's getting dark; my jacket does little to repel the chill in the air. I make my approach and inform the pack that I will be holding a press conference in five minutes. First, I need to check in with Shelton and Delaney to ensure nothing of significance was unearthed after I left the Lasmerton scene.
Gold commander Greensdale has told me confidentially that the search here today was a waste of time and resources.
I don't share his view; I'd rather be 100 per cent certain her body is not decomposing at the bottom of the lake than
