TWENTY-TWO
The small conference room was full fit to bursting when the three officers walked in. At the door, Carlisle stood back and signalled Pamela to go in first, then he followed her leaving Hardy to bring up the rear.
As they walked towards the front of the room, Hardy glanced around the assembled crowd and noticed some all-too-familiar faces in the audience.
He had already experienced run-ins with some of them in the past, and he knew full well what a pain in the backside they could be.
As he expected, right in the middle of the front row sat Cyril Carney, head reporter at the local Chronicle who was not above littering his articles with hearsay and rumour just to grab a headline.
Hardy had been warned off Carney when he first arrived at the station, and sure enough on the DI’s
