20 Wheels Within Wheels
Paul Clay placed the faxed report back on the desk, looked at the kitchen and wondered if he could face another one of his infamous cups of tea. The brutal autopsy report had done little to encourage him as he picked up the phone and speed-dialled Raisha.
‘Rebrov speaking.’
‘Hello Honey.’
‘Who’s this?’
‘Yeah! Very funny...’
‘What’s going on? Have you just got up?’ she asked, before suddenly realising it was nearly lunchtime.
‘No - I was just joining the dots you could say.’
‘What are you talking about my love?’
‘All these cases - and before you jump all over me again I think you’ll want to hear me out.’
‘Okay, you have my full non-judgemental attention. Fire away.’
‘Dave T’s case that he sent across to me… Anyone with half a brain could link it to ours an
