‘Grace, I think I may have found our hanging guy,’ Brian Endcliffe said after knocking on Grace’s office door.
‘Great. Tell me?’ She closed the file she had been reading and put it into her desk drawer.
‘We think it may be a Peter Frost, aged about 45 or 47, that sort of age. He’s been reported missing from his lodgings in Shervil House on the Westway Industrial Estate.’
‘Shervil House? On the Westway Industrial Estate?’ Grace asked, puzzled.
‘Yeah, I looked it up. It’s an old office block on the old Westway estate, built in the early eighties or thereabout. It’s been converted by the council to what they laughingly call temporary housing. It houses a few locals but mostly it’s used to house homeless families and single men or women sent from outside the area. So far as I can gather, w
