The incident room smells of men. The incident room smells of men with creased shirts. The incident room smells of men with creased shirts and creased faces. It’s been a long monotonous day and is far from finishing.
A squealing wheel heralds the arrival of the tea trolley. The missing girls watch the tea being poured from their photos pinned around a local map. Pippa hastily swallows her digestive.
“Is there a Petrol Station on the B28?”
“Yup. Texaco.”
“It’s a pattern... Look!”
She points around the map explaining her reasoning feeling like, perhaps, today some progress has been made.
Neville Hunt 6 months ago
Have you been watching The Long Shadow on ITV, Lisa? About the Yorkshire Ripper. If so, you have summarised it (almost) in 100 words!
Lisa Williams 6 months ago
Ha! I shall check it out xx