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Martins stalked through the rain to where DC Reid waited for her. To say that she was unhappy was an understatement. The rain, which was all but torrential, had soaked her to the skin within seconds of her getting out of the car, but she had been unhappy before then.
She was not surprised that Kieran Wright had abandoned the car he stole from his murdered friend, she had expected that. It didn’t make her feel any better about the situation to have predicted it, though, since she now had to try and work out if Wright was on foot or if he had stolen another vehicle.
“What do we know?” she asked briskly once she reached Reid and the car. There was a security guard behind and to one side of Reid and Martins, between blinks that worked to keep her eyes clear of the rain, looked him over b
