Thirty-EightWhitburn on Sea, night.
'I'm sure it is going to be a good one Charlie, totally memorable.'
DCS DAVIDSON KELLICK WAS NOW only 7 miles away and travelling fast, for once the A171 north from Scarborough was relatively clear of traffic, and he urged Pc Bill Cleverley, his driver, to speed up and try to make up lost time, near Malton there had been road works which slowed traffic down to a single lane and then they had hit another long crawling tail back of holiday traffic, cars towing caravans all heading to the coast for the weekend. A journey that should have taken no more than 3½ hours had stretched to almost 7 hours and Kellick's simmering frustration had erupted into a torrent of a***e aimed at all and sundry. He was not in a good mood.
'I'm sorry, Selene, truly I am. Sorr
