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Martin Cummings strolled into Mildenheath Police Station like a peacock in mating season. He was a man who loved to feel important, so responding to the Chief Constable’s request for an immediate meeting had been music to his ears.
He opened the door to Hawes’s office without even knocking, and walked in.
‘Ah, Detective Chief Inspector Culverhouse. I’ve got an important meeting arranged with the Chief Constable, so if you don’t mind.’ He gestured towards the door.
‘Actually, DCI Culverhouse will be a part of this meeting. It’s to do with Operation Counterflow.’
‘That’s the two boys found buried near Middlebrook, right?’ Cummings asked.
‘Yes. We’ve been doing a bit of digging, if you’ll pardon the pun, and we think their deaths might be linked to something a little more sinister.’
