‘So’, Grace asked Terry. as they sat in her office with a cup of coffee each, taken from the Costa coffee machine by the small pantry on the CID floor. ‘What do we think about our Mr David Jarrett?’
‘Well, he’s everything the neighbours said about him, and more, isn’t he? A nasty arrogant little s**t with a chip on each shoulder. He obviously holds a deep resentment towards his parents…adoptive parents, as he insists on calling them. Whether that resentment and antipathy is enough for him to kill them, we’ll have to see. There’s a nasty temper there as well, he’s kept it under control so far, but it’s there, just beneath the surface. How much it takes to push him over the edge and lash out, I don’t know. But not much, I reckon.’
‘That’s how I read it as well Keep up the pressure on hi
