THIRTY-NINE
Grace took two co-codamol and tried to concentrate on updating the Policy File when she received a phone call from the front desk.
‘Excuse me ma’am, there’s a young lady here who says she really must talk to you, says her name is Dawn Anderson. Would you like to see her, or shall I send her away, say you’re busy or summat?’
‘No, I’d like to see her. Most definitely I want to see her. Put her in an interview room and I’ll be right down.’
Dawn Anderson looked up anxiously as Grace came into the room, her anxiety increasing as she saw the anger on the detective’s face.
‘It wasn’t me, honest,’ she blurted out.
Grace sat down opposite and seeing the distress Dawn was under, softened her features.
‘What wasn’t you, Dawn?’ she asked.
‘Giving those details to the Gazette, I tol
