7
‘Anyone heard from Debs?’
The squad of tired and dishevelled detectives turned to face up their DCI. ‘No…’ a communal sigh of negativity. The Serious Crime Unit had a burgeoning case file, and did not appreciate being side-tracked onto what they considered a wild goose chase that should, if absolutely necessary, be kicked out to the Cold Case Unit. What were they looking for, they had all read the files, such as they were, sadly depleted for such a tragic event, though it seemed a slam dunk; “terror-fuckin’-rists”. It was at the time when London had the New IRA as well as a blossoming Al Qaeda.
The DCI pursued his tired team, ‘I know what you’re all thinking, but Carol Nakka was one of our own. Well, Special Branch. And Dawn Nakka, although retired, was also one of our own here at Ser
