Chapter 23
Sergeant Mick Loxwood thanked the sullen-faced waiter and sipped at his first coffee of the day, trying to ignore the existence of the vanilla slice in the cake counter. The Tarin Street bakery was famous for them, but there was no point in undoing all the good his early morning run had done. He was finding it harder to keep in shape this year. If he wasn’t careful he would be no good for anything other than office work and that was not what he’d joined the police force for. Even the ‘Tarin snot-blocks’ weren’t worth that.
Two young women at the next table disrupted his scan of the local paper when they began gossiping with far too much volume about the couple they had seen in the department store the previous day. They had been dancing in the aisles with a ‘totally hot’ dark-
