They both knew they were playing a dangerous game: deep down they did; not that either would ever admit it.

‘Why don’t you stay for lunch?’

‘That’s very kind of you Mrs May, but I only called in to share some new intelligence with your husband’.

‘Call me Catherine – or Caz; everyone calls me Caz. Come on, there’s plenty to go round. My mother was supposed to be coming today but she’d forgotten about her coming to us and accepted an invite out to lunch with one of her old school friends. They’ll just be sitting down to their Sunday roast at The Bargeman round about now.   

Vivienne looked over at her DCI for all sorts of reasons. Don had never talked about his mother-in-law; but that meant nothing, given...

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