Chapter Eight
The Night Shift
When Don arrived at his office on Monday evening he was surprised to find that Phil and Steve were already at the station, apparently waiting for him.
“You two are eager,” said Don with a grin. “What are you up to?”
“Listen, Sarge,” said Phil, “My missus went shopping on Saturday at the supermarket and guess who was ahead of her in the queue for the till?”
Don shook his head.
“Only Gloria bloody Treadaway!” said Phil triumphantly.
“She’s sure it was Gloria?”
“Yeah, Josie, that’s my wife by the way, used to be a*****e detective before we got married. She nicked Gloria a couple of times for shoplifting. She knows her all right, all the retailers in this town know her.”
“So Gloria was shopping, so what?”
“Well she had all sorts in her basket. A bottle o
