CHAPTER FOURTEEN
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“LADS,” STEVEN, A MASSIVE man, told the others, “Georgie and I are going to Miss McNeil’s house. I understand it is a little down the street. There seems to have been a circus there, too. b****y night!” he exclaimed angrily. “Tom, Lisa and Joe, you stay here and collect every bit of evidence,” he said and then packed his kit carefully.
He took his gloves off, crumpled them and threw them in a plastic bag prepared for that. He waved to Georgie to come with him and left the building.
The two men came out in the yard, and Steven took his cigarettes out of his pocket. He lit one, protecting the flame of the lighter with his hand. The wind still blew, even though the rain had stopped.
After the first smoke, Steven looked up at the sky and saw it was clear
