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‘DCI Swan?’ she answered.
‘Grace, it’s Erika.’
‘Erika! Great, what have you got for me?’ Grace asked with a sudden frisson of excitement. Erika Berger did not ring up to make small talk.
‘Firstly, we have a DNA hit on the body in the cocoon, he is a DeWayne Radford-Mitchell who apparently has an extensive criminal record. No doubt you’ll be looking him up for a detailed record, I only get the bare bones as it were.’
‘DeWayne Radford-Mitchell, the name doesn’t ring a bell to me, but I’ll ask if any of the others know of him but if he’s got an extensive record, I think I would have heard of him if he was a local,’
‘The second thing, you remember I found some chemical residue in his eyes and throat?’
‘Yes,’ Grace answered but in truth she only vaguely remembered it, h
