The sight of Kingston’s pale white bum cheeks bobbing up and down came unbidden into her mind, and she smiled at how she’d thought she could hear him working out, when he was in fact working on Katie. She liked Kingston, but there was no doubt in her mind that what he was doing was wrong – not just because he was married. She knew from her own past relationships – with a married DCI and a single DI on the Bomb Squad – that mixing business with pleasure could be a recipe for disaster.

At last, feeling her mind beginning to wander, she set her alarm and turned off her bedside light. As she drifted off to sleep, she wondered if her second day with the Flying Squad would be as eventful as her first.

Chapter Twelve

CHAPTER TWELVE

Jane was up at 6.30 the next morning, as she didn’t know what the journey to work would be like at that time and didn’t want to be late. After a light breakfast of tea and toast with marmalade she got ready for work. Although most of the team dressed in what was commonly referred to in the job as ‘scruffs’, she decided to dress smart but casual. After a few minutes humming and ha-ing, she put on her blue Wrangler denim jeans, a white T-shirt, blue blazer and white trainers, which she thought would be the most practical if she had to chase anyone. She was out of the door and on her way by seven and was parking her car in one of the spaces in front of the building just before eight, which was quicker than she expected.

There was no one in the office and, looking at her lone desk in the corner of the room, she decided to move it over to Teflon’s group of four. She disconnected the phone line, then removed the drawers and tried pulling and pushing the desk, but it was too heavy for her to move on her own. Luckily Dabs then walked in and Jane asked if he’d mind helping her.

‘No problem,’ he said, taking his coat off.

‘It’s quite heavy so it’s probably best if I push and you pull.’

As they slid the desk across the office, Dabs asked if she’d heard back from the traffic officer about the ignition barrel on the Cortina.

‘Not yet. I’ll give him a call just before the meeting as DCI Murphy said he wants the owner of the car visited today.’

‘How did your further enquiries go last night at Edgar House?’

‘Very productive, actually. I found out about another two men who were seen leaving the estate just before the fire was discovered.’

‘Well done. Would the witness recognise them again?’