CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
‘Sir. Sir, I am glad I have caught you. Are you heading out?’
Officer Pembrooke was normally a busy man, but crime had, thankfully, been quiet for him recently, and he was on his way to interview someone who had reported vandalism in their garden.
‘Well, I was just on my way out, PC Jones, but I can spare you a few minutes. Always happy to help you youngsters.’ Just because he wasn’t that busy, he didn’t think the kid needed to know that.
‘I’ve had a gentleman come in who lives on Everest Road. He didn’t say the number.’
‘Right…’
‘Well, he claims to have seen a tall, dark figure inside number 28.’
‘And…’
‘Well, I thought you might want to know that. I thought she lived there on her own?’
‘Who? What are you talking about, Jones, you’ve lost me.’
He hung his thu
