Chapter Thirteen
Carl waited for Harry to get off the phone.
‘Uniform have Mitchell downstairs,’ said Harry, slipping his mobile into his pocket.
‘What do we know about him?’ said Carl.
‘He’s clean, as far as the database goes.’
‘Is he on your bikes database, Lisa?’ said Carl.
‘There’s no-one named Mitchell on my list, sir,’ said Lisa.
‘Well, let’s see what he has to say for himself,’ said Carl.
Carl and Harry caught the elevator down to the ground floor and walked to the interview suite, where Trent Mitchell was waiting with two uniformed constables. Carl thought Mitchell had to be in his late thirties and looked like someone who spent time working out at the gym.
‘Thanks for coming in, Mr Mitchell,’ said Carl.
‘Didn’t think I had much choice,’ said Trent. ‘What’s this about?’
