The sergeant broke off. He was aware he had overstepped the mark with his last quip. However, he wasn't in the mood to apologise. Pulling up the collar of his jacket, he turned away and huddled beneath the canopy that sheltered the large sliding doors leading into the hotel. Then, as the doors began to open to admit a couple of guests, he moved away, back into the chilly breeze. He should have worn something warmer, but standing around anywhere in the city, especially next to the River Tyne had never been on his agenda, otherwise he would have thrown an overcoat into the car.
Earlier in the day, before the body had been found in the restaurant, Andrews had called Sandra, suggesting they went out for a quiet meal together that evening. Once she had happily agreed, he had gone on to book a
