"Have you ever been out to Pen Crags?" Ray suddenly asked.
"Only once. A few months ago. I had to talk to the father of a young guy who was suspected of selling drugs in the local pubs. You were on holiday, I recall."
"Who did you speak with?"
"Some woman. She didn"t give her name. She took me to the young guy"s house, then laughed and suddenly seemed to remember he was in Scotland. I talked with the dad who said he knew nothing. My visit was a complete waste of time. I guess I"d been given the runaround."
"I"ve only been to Pen Crags five or six times in my thirty years with the county," Ray admitted. "Mostly about livestock rustling and possession of unlicensed firearms. Other stuff seems to be dealt with in the parish. I"ve no idea what will happen when we get there today, or who we
