Chapter ElevenIt was around five-thirty when Alan pulled up alongside the Millennium Hotel. He had made the decision to call it a day and suggested his sergeant do the same. “We're getting nowhere with either case,” he said. “We'll make a fresh start tomorrow.”
The manager of the jewellery shop had been in a state of despair when the DCI and Andrews had arrived. It had taken them some time to calm him down enough to explain that the items stolen were of extreme value. Nevertheless, he was able to give them a photograph of the jewellery. The manager had taken the picture as a memento. He had gone on to point out where the items had been kept under lock and key. During the day, they were in a bullet-proof glass case where people could admire them. However, once the shop had closed, they wer
