‘I doubt it, but she described one of them as wearing a cap like the one the pub landlady said the driver of the Cortina was wearing, and she thinks she saw the two men with the holdall in a Mercedes sports car.’

‘Sounds like it’s all coming together nicely – the DCI will be pleased.’

‘We’ll see.’ Jane doubted Murphy would be pleased with anything she did at the moment. ‘I’ve got some follow-up work to do on the four men, and the previous ownership of garage twenty-nine. I’m hoping it will give us something positive to work on.’

‘Be interesting to hear at the office meeting if anyone else has discovered anything of value. You fancy a bacon sarnie and coffee from the burger van?’

‘A bacon roll would be great – I’ll put the kettle on and make us a coffee.’

She reached into her handbag and got some money out of her purse.

‘I’ll get them – your shout next time.’

‘OK. Could I have some brown sauce with mine, please?’

While the kettle boiled Jane put the drawers back in her desk, reconnected the phone and went over to Katie’s desk to get the typewriter so she could finish typing her report. She noticed that Katie had only started typing one of the handwritten statements taken from the security guards and part of it was still in the typewriter. She sat down at Katie’s desk and began to type the rest of the statement.

When Dabs returned with the bacon rolls, Jane made the coffees and sat at her own desk to eat. She could imagine Katie’s reaction if she got any crumbs or brown sauce on hers. Dabs said he had a few things to do before the meeting and went to his office. After finishing her roll, she went back to typing up the statement at Katie’s desk, and was just about finished when Katie walked in.

Jane smiled brightly. ‘Good morning, Katie. I was just—’

‘What are you doing at my desk?’ she snapped.

‘I needed the typewriter for my report and thought I’d finish the security guards’ statement for you before I used it.’

‘I’m perfectly capable of doing my own typing.’

Jane took a deep breath. ‘Sorry. I thought you wanted help typing the statements.’

‘I did last night, but I’ve cleared my desk of other work so I can do them today.’

‘Well, if you want me to do some just let me know,’ Jane said with a shrug.

Katie pointed to a typewriter on the Colonel’s desk.

‘There’s a spare one there you can use for your reports. Why have you moved your desk?’

Jane thought it was obvious. ‘I thought it would be more productive as a DS if I sat with members of the team – like DS Stanley does.’

‘You should have asked for permission first.’

‘I didn’t know I needed it.’