Chapter Twenty-Three
The sergeant drops Dave off at the boutique and follows him into the shop as he turns off the alarm and comments “Thank you, Sir. Now the rest of the neighbourhood can get some sleep. If you can just make a list of what’s missing for us, someone from CID will be along later with forensics to look for prints.”
Dave looks at the mess in the window with a brick lying in it along with a half shattered mannequin on the floor of the window and turns to the sergeant and says, “OK. By the way, do you know if the owner has been informed?” He replies, “I’m afraid I don’t know that, Sir. I was just told to collect the nearest key holder.”
The policeman leaves and Dave has another quick look around the place then picks up the phone and calls the owner. “Hello Mr. Johnson, sorry
