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Clive Studmarsh’s red Singer skidded to a halt in front of the small, squat police station in the heart of the village. Out stepped Clive, Pixley and Ruby, picking their way onto the road, which was now covered in patches of ice. The temperature had dropped rapidly in the past hour.
Clive pulled up his collar. “It’s better if you two stay in the car – Auntie gave me cash for bail if we need it. Though I doubt we do. I think we’ll get out of here more quickly if I handle it. I’ve known PC Budge since I was a child.”
Ruby and Pixley nodded and hopped back into the car. Pixley handed Ruby another rug from the back seat. She turned around to face him. “While Clive is inside, tell me what you think of him.”
“He’s rather handsome, isn’t he?” Pixley gave her a wry smile.
“Stop it, you oaf
