Chapter 13
She was at her desk at 7:30 a.m. to begin her statement. The world seemed bland and normal. A night-shift detective was filing a r**e investigation, a coroner’s officer was making calls trying to identify a homeless junkie found dead of cold and pneumonia. The normal background sound and elevator music of police life calmed her. r***s, corpses, and robberies were her comfort zone. In the grand scheme of things, Max was nothing. When she finished her work, she went to the canteen for coffee and toast. A loud cheerful sergeant they all called Nunky was telling a tale to a laughing audience.
“Straight up, no word of a lie. He’s got an earth-mover digger from a site up the road. He’s gone down there and tipped the Range Rover on its roof and then smashed it to total f*****g bits w
