ONE HUNDRED EIGHTEEN
‘DCI Swan?’ she said when her office phone rang.
‘Grace, it’s Jim Emery.’ Emery was an Inspector in the uniform branch at Concordia Court.
‘Jim what can I do for you?’
‘We had a call from the Probation office, asking for a Recall to Prison arrest for a Chloe Macbeth…’
‘Wait! Chloe Macbeth, did you say Chloe Macbeth. A recall? Who made the request?’
‘Jim Maddison, he was her Offender Manager, she’s missed appointments, can’t be contacted and has left her job without notice, hence the recall. Thing is. Grace, I sent a couple of lads to arrest her, and there was no answer, but they think there might be a body at the address.’
‘Chloe?’
‘Not sure, Grace, we need to break in, you need to be there when we do. If it is a body.’
‘If? If there’s a body?’
‘There’s a mig
