49 Monday 6 August, 6.15pm.
When the call had come in to say that Greg Lawrence had made contact with the police and had some information about Lewis Hopkins and Amy Walker, McKenna quickly decided she would visit him herself.
She had a good eye for a bullshitter, she felt, and needed to judge for herself whether or not there was any truth in what Amy had said about Hopkins.
He’d told the call handler he was staying at a small hotel on the edge of town. McKenna knew the one. She’d been there before. It was laid out more like an American motel than anything she’d ever seen in England before. The rooms were more like chalets, arranged in a courtyard fashion around the small carpark. It looked more like the Bates Motel from Psycho than your typical Premier Inn or Travelodge.
That thought
