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“Hello,” replied Lisa. “My name's Lisa Reynolds.” She paused briefly to give him chance to interject and to introduce himself. When there was no reply forthcoming, she continued at a rapid pace. “My dad’s Tom Reynolds. He mentioned that you might like to talk to me about the murder?”
The question hung in the air, and she waited expectantly. From the other end of the line, there was an intake of breath.
“Thanks for calling,” he began. Lisa thought he still sounded half asleep. Have I just woken you up, she thought with a flicker of annoyance. “Yes, it would be helpful if we could meet and discuss what happened.”
Lisa waited for him to carry on with the conversation, but there was silence.
“Erm … Where and when did you want to meet?” She asked.
Typical man, leaving the organisation f
