Moments later, the door to the office opened and the him was actually a her. A well-dressed woman entered. She was short, around five feet two inches tall, slim, with short, blonde hair and red, plastic, clearly fashionable glasses. She immediately started to speak.
"I'm the duty solicitor on call, I need a copy of his custody record, PNC print out and any statements you've got, please, officer..."
"Jain. Detective Constable Sajid Jain. I've got the printouts already for you, but there aren't any statements yet. Just my pocket notebook."
She looked over the papers as she sat in the crummy plastic chair. Jain noticed she had red, high-heeled shoes, matching the colour of her glasses. He thought she was attractive, but she was also a solicitor so he already did not trust her at all. Her j
