Tuesday, 25th April.
“Tainted Love” played on the radio as they drove back to the police station in Farnbrook. While DC Summers drove, DI Platt slept in the back seat, and DS Elford looked out the window next to her. None of them had any idea what had just happened. All their neat theories of Morris being a whack job psycho killer had been blown out of the water.
The man had been as clean as they came. The search of his room had revealed nothing. His cell had been bigger, but it was free, and he had a job; what did he care? It was clean and tidy; Morris had decorated where he could. The room was near the recreation centre. It had been an old office until the prison got a facelift, and then it became a storage room and, after that, a home for Morris.
There were pictures of Morris’s wife
