“Guv—she’d eaten fish fingers and beans,” she began without introduction. “Oh, this is Shannon from Fleetworth-Green.”
“Shannon, yes. So, she’d had a meal....”
“You wouldn’t get that sort of meal in the back of a truck. She must have been somewhere.”
“Everybody’s got to be somewhere.”
“I mean a house.”
“I’ll get a team out arresting anyone with beans or fish fingers in their possession.”
She could see his point.
“There’s villains in the area, Guv.”
“There’s too many b****y villains everywhere. Look, Shannon, I can see you mean well. Tell me where to start. What brand of beans or fish was it? We can’t steam into houses without some sort of evidence.”
“I know that Guv. I’m not trying to jump you with anything but there were dog hairs on her.”
“We don’t know it was dog hair yet. Tha
