TWENTY-SIX
ALICE GERALDINE NICKELS
“Alice!” exclaimed Carl Wright as he entered Holland’s office. “Good to see you, but what on earth brings you all the way down to Brighton?”
The thirty-something year old woman who sat in the visitor’s chair smiled back at Wright and rose to greet him, wrapping her arms around him in an affectionate, old-friend style hug. She was dressed in a smart black business skirt suit, with a white blouse, and a black and white polka dotted neck scarf tied at her neck. Her dark brown hair was neat, shoulder length, obviously expensively styled. Her attire was such as would identify her to most professional people as a solicitor, or perhaps a doctor. Stepping back from the sergeant she replied to his question, still smiling.
“Your case, George, is what brings me
