Izzie Drake thanked the female uniformed constable who"d escorted the two men up to Ross"s office and led them in and repeated the names given to her by Constable Greening at the door.
“Michael and Ronald Doyle are here to see you, sir.”
Ross looked at the two men, both probably in their fifties, who"d walked into the room, and, even without being told their names, he"d have had no problem in discerning them to be brothers. Although the elder of the two was rotund and showed evidence of a beer drinking habit, evidenced by his overhanging belly, and the leaner of the two appeared fit and more meticulous in his dress and demeanour, their facial characteristics were such that the familial resemblance was inescapable.
“Come in, gentlemen, please. Have a seat.” Ross gestured to the two chair
