‘So, what do we think about our colourful friend in there? asked Petra Collinson, ‘is he just full of s**t or just full of s**t?’
‘Both, all that bollocks about doing the right thing, he simply saw an advantage to make himself famous, the spiritualist who conveyed a message from a dead girl accusing her father of abuse,’ answered Shakira. ‘I think he’s a phoney, a phoney with a capital F.’
The two officers sat in the bar of the ‘Shoulder of Mutton’ just off the A1 near Richmond. They had stopped for a drink on the drive back from Gateshead towards West Garside. Petra nursed a glass of Australian chardonnay, whilst Shakira, as a Muslim (and the driver) had soda water with ice and a slice of lime.
‘The thing is, is he part of the plot, whatever the plot was, was he an accomplice or just
