‘Kingston’s a good detective and a decent bloke – but he’s only got himself to blame when it comes to his home life. His wife is a lovely, attractive woman. For the life of me I can’t understand why he goes out looking for a burger when he’s got steak at home.’

Jane didn’t much like what the analogy implied about her, so she quickly changed the subject.

‘I know Murphy wanted you there when I speak to the twins about their family, but I was thinking it might be best if I spoke to Emma alone.’

‘That’s fine by me. I could go through the cars section in Exchange & Mart with Rachel while you do that,’ he said. ‘What a surprise – looks like the lift’s working.’

A young couple stepped out of it as they entered the foyer. Jane winced at the thought.

‘I’d rather walk up the stairs.’

Teflon smiled, turning away from the lifts. ‘You might be right.’

When they got to the right floor, Jane knocked on the door of flat 68 and it was quickly opened by Emma.

‘Hello, Jane, please come in.’

‘Thanks. This is my colleague Lloyd Johnson.’

Emma shook hands with him.

‘How’s your investigation going? Were the men in the cafe involved in the robbery?’

‘The investigation is progressing well, and thanks to Rachel’s information we have some interesting leads.’

Emma looked pleased. ‘That’s good news. She’s in the living room doing some drawings and will be eager to know what’s happened. I’ve been sewing and stitching a little present for you.’

‘You didn’t need to do that.’

‘It’s not much, just a way of thanking you for offering to help us with the council.’

‘Get out of that one,’ Teflon whispered.

Rachel was sitting in an armchair with her back to the living room door and wasn’t aware anyone had entered the room. She was drawing in an A4 sketchbook. Emma walked in front of Rachel and signed that Jane and her colleague had come to see them. Rachel jumped up with a smile as she signed ‘hello’, then gestured to them to sit down on the sofa. As they sat down, she showed them her drawing of a man’s face. Jane was astonished by how lifelike it was, and her eyes were instantly drawn to the pair of boxing gloves on a chain around the man’s neck.

‘Is that M2?’

Rachel nodded and turned back a page, revealing another drawing, then wrote M2 next to it with a pencil.

‘They’re brilliant, Rachel, and they’ll be very useful to us,’ Jane said.

‘Definitely better than most police artists’ impressions,’ Teflon remarked.

‘She has a photographic memory,’ Jane said.

Rachel flicked back another page, which had a drawing of a young man with hair down to his shoulders.