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It’s nearer an hour and a half by the time I get to Bodmin, and I park up in a supermarket car park just across the way from the police station. It looks more like an office block, and is situated right on the outskirts of town near a bypass, and I soon realise this isn’t just a police station. It’s a hub. Jess Caton must be office-based. A detective.
My heart is thudding in my chest as I walk towards the building. It’s nearly quarter-to-five. Not that most police officers will work nine-to-five, of course.
What am I going to say when I get there? I was going to use the same line I used in Bideford, but the appearance of this place has thrown me completely off kilter. Bideford Police Station was an unassuming brick building at the edge of the water in the centre of town; Bodmin is a
