Back The Dirty Dozen
Chapters (41)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. About the Author
  40. Lynda La Plante Reader’s Club
  41. Letter from the author

‘Good thinking, Katie. I’ll read the report while I have my breakfast – then when everyone’s in we’ll crack on with the meeting.’

‘There was something else that got phoned in last night.’

‘Fire away,’ he said as he bit into the roll.

‘The duty sergeant from Tottenham called last night and said a woman came to the station alleging some men in a local cafe were talking about a robbery.’

‘Is that it? No details of what she heard being said?’

‘I did ask but the sergeant said he was very busy and had just got her name and address when he had to take an urgent phone call. When he got off the phone the woman had left the station.’

‘I doubt the people we’re after would be so stupid as to openly talk in a cafe about a blagging they were going to do! Sounds like the woman’s a nutter looking for attention to me.’

‘I agree it’s probably nonsense, but it would be wrong of us to ignore it – so I was thinking WDS Tennison would be the ideal person to follow it up,’ she added with a bright smile.

Murphy took a mouthful of tea to wash his food down and grinned.

‘Draw up an action to interview the woman and I’ll give it to Tennison to deal with at the meeting.’

As she left his office, Murphy opened the envelope containing PC Turner’s report, feeling pleased with himself. He knew Katie would do everything she could to find fault in Tennison’s work, and that way he couldn’t be accused of carrying out a personal vendetta against her.

Katie approached Jane as she was sitting at her desk typing.

‘DCI Murphy is reading the traffic officer’s report. I explained to him why I put it on his desk and asked if I could give it to you, but he said he’d like to read it first. I’m sorry I forgot to mention it last night, but I wasn’t feeling well, and it just slipped my mind. Next time I’ll put anything that comes in for you straight on your desk.’

Jane looked up from her typing. She wondered if Murphy had said something to make Katie apologise for her behaviour. Or perhaps she really had just forgotten. After all, she’d just been having sex with Kingston, and was clearly flustered when Jane turned up.

‘Forget about it, Katie. Even if I’d known about the report last night no action could be taken until DCI Murphy had read it.’

‘Thanks. Would you like a hot drink?’

‘No thanks, I’ve just had one. I’ve nearly finished my report, then if you like I could type one of the statements on your desk.’

‘That would be great, but the office meeting will be starting as soon as everyone’s here.’

‘Well, I’ll do what I can before it starts.’