‘That’s useful information, Zach,’ said Sant. ‘Did you tell yesterday’s visitor what you’ve just told us?’
‘No way! He didn’t have ID, unlike you guys.’
‘Describe the man in as much detail as you can,’ said Capstick, pen quivering as he prepared to jot down the particulars.
The young man screwed up his eyes. ‘Thirtyish. Quite tall but not massively. Dark hair under the baseball cap he was wearing. Oh, and when I saw him leaving – you know, making sure he wasn’t hanging about – I noticed he walked a bit like Charlie Chaplin or Donald Duck, his feet turned out like this.’ He demonstrated the walk.
‘Excellent work, sonny,’ Sant grinned. ‘You’ve clearly acted on good advice.’
Zach smiled back. ‘I owe my mum for my stranger-danger awareness – she’s an officer back home in Cheshire. But I d
