TWENTY-TWO
The response team, blue lights flashing, arrived at the park entrance at almost the same time as Dawn Anderson. She had never been so relieved to see a police car in her life and practically fell into arms of PC Carol Tombohm.
‘It’s OK love, just tell us what it’s all about, eh? You told the emergency services operator you’d found a body, is that right? It’s Dawn isn’t?’
‘Yes, yes, up at the Stands,’ Dawn answered, turning to point back up the park. ‘Sitting on a bench, I thought it was, was a mannikin, you know, a shop window dummy, but when I got closer I could see it was a body, not a dummy.’
PC Jack Hobson had now joined them. He thought the call was likely to turn out to be nothing, a hysterical woman, poor light by the trees, somebody leaving a mannikin there for a jok
