CHAPTER NINE
NEWBURY POLICE STATION
It was Monday morning, and the Murder Incident Room was alive with activity. Uniformed and plainclothes officers, of all ranks and both sexes, were coming and going in a constant stream. They all looked busy, and they were all holding pieces of paper.
The permanent staff were sitting around a large oblong table. Some were sifting and indexing the results of enquiries that were coming into the room; others were completing pro-forma documents to raise “actions” that needed to be taken. A uniform sergeant was sitting at the head of the table. He was equipped with three large wire trays, each of which was filled to overflowing. The sergeant sifted and organised all the information that came into the room. This would later be passed to Detective Superinten
