CHAPTER FORTY
Jessica Bassett had been in the police service for twenty-five years and was still surprised by how often people... well, surprised her. Audrey was a legend in Hawksmead and so Jessica had expected to see quite a few get-well cards but not the bundles that were stacked up on the windowsill by Audrey’s bed, one of four in the side ward. Two of the other beds were occupied – one old patient in her nineties looked asleep and the other, a young woman who’d crashed on the Old Military Road whilst talking on her phone, had earbuds in and, from the jangly noise leaking out, was listening to Tinie Tempah.
‘We’ve taken statements from Anthony Blake and Kirill Dryomov with regard to what happened on the bridge, but we would very much like to hear your thoughts. Are you still having p
