Chapter 8Division of Labour
“Cretingham? Definitely not a name you forget easily,” former D.I. Stan Coleman said as he mused over a mug of hot coffee, sitting opposite Andy Ross in the Mobile Incident Unit. “Young lad, about eighteen I think, or he was back in '66. There was something about the lad, not all there, you know? Suppose they'd call it learning difficulties today.”
“Autism, actually Stan. He had a mild form of it, still does.”
“Ah, I knew there was something about him,” Coleman nodded, sagely.
“Did you ever have reason to suspect him at the time of Stella Cox's murder?” Izzie Drake asked.
“Of killing Stella, or the others? No,” Coleman said emphatically. “He was just a kid, maybe a bit besotted with Stella Cox, but in a puppy dog kind of way. I think he wanted her to like h
