CHAPTER 21
NEW SCOTLAND YARD, WESTMINSTER, LONDON
DI Shepherd looked up from her keyboard and puffed out her cheeks. She wasn’t the world’s fastest typist, never having learnt to use more than three fingers on her right hand and two on her left.
“Fancy a break from that, Brittany?” Vance enquired. “I’ve scheduled a chat with Bethany Tibbet, and I’d prefer you to be there.”
“Ah, your interview off the record. Is it essential, Jacob? We’ve got enough to send her down for a very long time.”
“As I’m well aware, but she’s a fascinating subject and, strictly from a professional point of view, I hasten to add, she provides an amazing insight into the criminal mind.”
“I’ll say she does! I don’t know how I slept last night. Do you need me down there?”
“It’s the protocol, if nothing else—”
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