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“There you are, Martins,” Detective Chief Inspector Collins said when his subordinate entered the office. “Have you made any progress in finding your murderer yet?”
Martins could tell from the tone in which the question was asked what answer her superior wanted, unfortunately it was not the answer she was able to give. “I’m afraid not, sir,” she admitted. “We’re no closer to catching Kieran Wright than we have been at any point today. We’ve had a few close calls, but somehow this guy keeps getting away.”
“How do you explain that?” Collins wanted to know. He was far from happy with the situation.
“I can’t, sir,” Martins said, trying not to sound as defeated as she felt. She had always prided herself on only being associated with cases that she could solve quickly, and which would hel
