Chapter Twenty-Seven
On Friday morning, Carl decided to attend Harry’s team briefing in the squad room on the third floor.
‘Morning, Harry,’ said Carl. ‘Thought I’d sit in on the briefing.’
‘How’s the chief?’
‘He’s awake, but he’s got a few issues. Don’t think he’ll be back for a while, if at all.’
‘That bad?’
‘Paralysed down his right side,’ said Carl, ‘and he can’t talk at the moment.’
‘What’s that going to mean for us?’
‘I’ve got a meeting with Assistant Commissioner Thaler later today,’ said Carl. ‘I’ll let you know after that.’
‘Fair enough.’
‘What’s happening with the Clarke case?’
‘Let’s find out, shall we?’
They walked to the area in front of the whiteboard covered with case notes, where the team was waiting.
‘Any news on the chief inspector?’ said DC Templar.
‘I went
