The morning briefing was a sombre affair. There was no banter, none of the usual friendly insults between Danny Moss and Fred Burbage. Emma was present but her mind was clearly elsewhere. Jessica sat silent, eyes closed, hands clasped in prayer as she prayed for the soul of PC John Hobson. Brian Endcliffe was quiet as he intently studied the case file, and both Grace and Terry were tense and subdued
The murder of a fellow officer was the most fraught of any investigation, the victim known to all the team, and although he had not been well liked, nevertheless, he was a serving officer murdered in the course of duty.
‘It is not a good morning, so I will merely say hello,’ Grace finally said to the assembled officers, detectives, and uniformed, as they shuffled around the long table in the
