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Culverhouse wasted no time in heading over to the council’s offices. He’d tried to phone ahead to Alan Carnegie’s contact, but he’d had no luck getting through. As he parked his car and went to get out, however, his phone rang.
‘DCI Culverhouse? It’s George Stretton here. I just got your message. Sorry, I couldn’t answer my phone when you called as I’m at work.’
‘Good. Because I’m sitting outside in the car park. Can you come out?’
‘Oh. Well, I don’t know. I mean, I’m technically on a break, but... What’s this all about?’
‘I’m investigating a very serious crime, and I think you might be able to help me with some information. Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble. But I can promise you it’ll be made a whole lot easier if you come out and speak to me here.’
George Stretton suddenly sou
