‘Leave it for now, we’ll have to do it back at Rigg.’

Teflon shut down the computer.

‘Looks like your gut feelings about what the Wilson sisters told you were right.’

Jane thought back to what Kingston had said about Murphy.

‘I hope so . . . But something tells me the road to getting our suspects charged and convicted is going to be a long and bumpy one.’

Chapter Twenty-Three

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

When Jane and Teflon walked into the office, they instantly felt the buzz of excitement in the room. Everyone looked focused as they got on with their work, whether it was on the phone or even just typing up their reports of the morning’s events. The first thing she wanted to do was have it out with Cam, but he was making notes while on the phone. She was surprised when the Colonel, who was writing some notes, looked up and gave her an approving nod.

‘All right, Sarge?’

‘Yes, thanks. How’d it go with Frank Braun?’

‘Good. I was wrong about him being hooky; I think he’s straight up.’

She wanted to ask him what he’d found out, but he looked busy and she knew she’d find out in the meeting anyway.

Dabs was standing next to Stanley, who was talking on the phone.

‘How was the snooker?’ she asked.

‘We played three frames: first one Stanley bets me a pound and loses, so he says double or quits, and I win the next two frames as well. The only thing positive for Stanley was meeting Aidan O’Reilly.’ Dabs grinned.

‘Why was that?’

Stanley nudged Dabs. ‘Nip over to the fax machine, they’re just about to send over the results and want to know if they’re coming through our end. Give us a shout when it starts printing off.’

‘Sorry, Jane.’

Dabs brushed past her to get to the fax machine.

She sighed. It looked like everything would have to wait until the meeting. Cam finally put the phone down and she marched over. Before she could speak, he handed her an information sheet.

‘That’s the result from the Post Office on the phone number—’

‘And the Wilson twins?’

‘That was the children’s home I was just talking to. There’s a few things about them that don’t add up and I—’

‘What do you mean “don’t add up”?’

‘It’s just that they might not be who they say they are.’

‘Are you playing games with me?’ She glared at him.

‘For fuck’s sake, I did what you asked and you’re still moaning.’ He picked up a notepad and tore off the top sheet. ‘They lived in St Cuthbert’s, a Catholic home. The address and phone number’s on there – you can ring them yourself if you don’t believe me.’