Chapter Forty-Seven
Carl pushed open the door into the lounge bar. The wave of raised voices nearly knocked him off his feet. The lounge bar of the Criterion was packed with police officers. Carl thought every officer who’d worked on the case had to be there.
He scanned the room looking for Harry and the rest of the team.
‘Over here, Boss!’ Harry waved his hand in the air.
Carl pushed his way through the crush of bodies in uniform to join his team, a small group dressed in suits, standing around a table in the centre of a sea of officers in blue uniforms.
‘Where’s Lily?’ said Carl.
‘They should be here any minute,’ said Wayne. ‘Just had a text from Nigel.’
Carl picked up the beer Harry pushed across the table to him and raised it in a toast. ‘Let’s hope the bastard gets life.’
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