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Back at Elland Road HQ, Sant went in search of Holdsworth and her new lead, but as soon as he’d negotiated the revolving doors he was confronted with the purple-veined, pudgy face of Assistant Chief Constable Bill Gilligan, aka the Old Man.
Old Man Gilligan wasn’t especially old, but his penchant for antiquated clothing had earnt him the nickname. To prove a point, this afternoon he sported a baggy, double-breasted suit jacket that might have looked good on Humphrey Bogart in The Big Sleep.
‘This way, Inspector,’ he pointed, breath scented with a shot of Bell’s. ‘You should count yourself lucky. CC Lister has volunteered to give over a little of his precious time to you and your eccentric work practices.’
‘Meaning?’
‘You’ll have to wait and see.’
Sant weighed up the odds of finding
