TWENTY-THREE
Once the commotion had died down and the majority of the journalists had left the area in front of the station to write their articles, Superintendent Carlisle arranged for a car to take the Spencer’s home, exiting through one of the secure side entrances to the station.
He thanked Hardy and Pamela for all their help and made his way out to the car park.
He could still see a few of the diehard’s clustered around the exit barrier, but thankfully the two uniformed officers in charge were ensuring that they all kept far enough back so as not to interfere with the incoming and outgoing traffic.
Carlisle raised his hand in acknowledgement as they lifted the metal breaker to allow him to exit. He ignored the shouts from the reporters as he passed, especially Carney who he almost
