‘They’re making an album up of convicted robbers matching the impression and description. She can only do Monday morning, but I’m in court, so maybe Jane could go with her as they’ve already met.’

‘Fine, but I want it done and not put off to another day,’ Murphy added.

Jane flicked over to the next page.

‘Stanley and Dabs will be visiting the Bruce Grove snooker club on the pretext of joining—’

‘What have they done to get the cushy job?’ Bax asked.

‘Dabs doesn’t look like Old Bill and Stanley has a lot of previous experience in undercover work,’ Jane replied.

‘Is that a polite way of saying Dabs is a short-arse and Stanley’s nondescript?’ the Colonel asked, raising a few laughs.

Murphy looked at Stanley. ‘I suggest you get rid of that Jason King moustache before you go there.’

‘Have a heart, Guv – it took me ages to grow it,’ Stanley pleaded.

‘And it will take you less than a minute to shave it off,’ Murphy retorted.

‘What am I doing?’ Cam asked.

‘As Katie’s off sick, I need someone to man the office.’

Cam’s expression couldn’t hide his disappointment.

Jane continued, ‘There are some important background enquiries that need to be done on the phone regarding the Wilson sisters, and PNC checks on names the others may call in with.’

She went around the room handing out the action sheets.

‘Are we working the weekend voluntarily or without notice for double pay?’ Cam asked.

‘Seeing as we’ve got something positive to go on, I’ll allow time and a half and no more than ten hours max. If you work beyond that then it’s got to be taken as time in lieu,’ Murphy told him.

Cam smiled. ‘Answering the phone doesn’t seem quite so bad, then.’

‘I’ve got a report you can type up if you get bored,’ Bax joked.

Dabs raised his hand. ‘If we can get a cup or glass that any of the suspects used in the cafe, I can dust them for prints and see if we get a match through fingerprint bureau.’

‘Good thinking, Dabs,’ Jane said. ‘I was hoping to go undercover as a waitress in the cafe for a couple of days, so I could do it then.’

‘That’s a bit risky, isn’t it . . . ?’ the Colonel said.

Jane was quick to answer back. ‘I did waitressing before I joined the Met, but if you feel you could do a better job in a wig and apron then be my guest!’

‘I’m not having a dig at you,’ the Colonel insisted. ‘What I’m saying is if the men in your report are involved in the robbery, the slightest whiff of a copper could ruin everything.’