Gary was on his phone...not using the radio. Was someone keeping 'tabs' on him he wondered? He'd seen the woman step out of her car that had obviously been there for some time. Who was it? He'd soon find out - his car cam would have picked up the stationary vehicle as he passed it. He replayed the cam.
'Eddie, Gary here; can you run a plate for me?' he asked as Jessie disappeared back into the building. It didn't take long.
'It's registered to a Mrs Barnswell, no sorry, a Miss Barnswell,' came the reply.
'Ms Barnswell. Ms Barnswell,' he kept repeating to himself; the name was familiar. Where had he heard it before? 'Ah, yes, that Ms Barnswell. He remembered now.
He would have to check up on her, as he would with Ms Curzon. He had a respected position of authority he told himself, smirk
