‘Tell me about it,’ Kingston said, and he went into the bank.

‘Who’d she sleep with to get on the squad?’ the SOCO asked when Kingston was out of earshot.

The Colonel shrugged. ‘Don’t know, but my money’s on Kingston shagging her within a week.’

The SOCO laughed. ‘He still got a roving eye then?’

‘More like a roving dick, which rules his brain when it comes to a bit of skirt with big tits.’

‘So where is this Tennison?’

The SOCO looked into the bank, eager to see what she looked like for himself.

‘Not here, she’s with Dabs Morgan at the crash site.’ He stepped towards the bank, then stopped. ‘We call her Treacle, and believe it or not she’s OK about it.’

‘Really?’ The SOCO was unsure.

‘Yeah, she seems to have a sense of humour, unlike most plonks.’

The Colonel walked off with a sly grin the SOCO didn’t see.

Chapter Four

CHAPTER FOUR

Dabs photographed the spent cartridge cases where they’d fallen, at a distance and close up, then left Jane to gather and package them while he photographed the skid marks and blood trail before taking some swabs, which he gave to Jane. As instructed by Dabs, she put the four cartridge cases into small individual plastic containers, then separate exhibits bags. She did the same with the four blood swabs and made a detailed entry in the exhibits book of the items seized, writing a description, date, time and place found.

‘Will these be your exhibits or mine?’ Jane asked Dabs when he returned.

‘The squad detective always signs and numbers them as his.’ He realised his error. ‘Or hers . . . Sorry, I meant you need to do that as the exhibits officer.’

Jane smiled. ‘It’s all right, I know what you meant.’

She signed the exhibits bags and put JT/1, 2, 3 and 4 on the ones containing the cartridge cases, and JT/5 to JT/7 for the blood swabs, as the reference numbers.

‘If anyone gets arrested and goes to court, you’ll give evidence about where they were found and what forensics work they were submitted for,’ Dabs told her, and he looked back up the road towards the crashed police car. ‘We won’t know how many bullets are in Juliet 1 until we examine it under cover at the lab.’ He moved a few feet into the road. ‘The man with the handgun stood and fired about here, as the cartridge cases ejected to the right. We need to examine the parked cars on both sides of the road for any stray bullet holes, and check underneath them, as well as in the road, in case any bullets bounced off the police car.’

‘Shall I do one side, while you check the other?’ Jane asked.

‘It’s probably better we do it together – as they say, two heads are better than one.’