Chapter 21The next day was Saturday. Simon had an extra hour in bed and then got up and went in to work to look through the notes before he was due at his nephew’s football match in the afternoon.
Surprisingly, his superintendent was in.
“Everything all right, sir?” Simon asked, poking a head round his open office door.
The man frowned up at him from the report he was reading. Simon could see his own handwriting. The Fortescue case, then. “Not really, no,” the Super said. “We had to let that girl go, did we? Just reading through the file.”
“Yes, sir. Thursday afternoon. Clear alibi. The witness must have mistaken her for someone else. She didn’t see the woman, just heard her voice.” Simon went properly into the room and sat down as his boss waved him to a chair.
“Hmmm. That’s good I s
