‘Well, that was inevitable, wasn’t it, Viv?’

Detective Sergeant Trubshaw nodded.

‘Same MO, Fizz?’

‘Looks like it, team’.

Riggs grimaced.

‘Don’t look at me like that, Detective Constable!’

‘Sorry, Fizz – I mean - Dr Harbord’.

‘Enough, you two. We have a dead body – our fourth – and right on time: the twenty-second of May 2019’.

‘I thought it was going to be Harry Metcalfe’.

‘So did I Viv, so did I’.

Detective Chief Inspector May surveyed the body laid out before him. He decided to take one last look at the corpse before Dr Felicity Harbord had the victim shipped off to the mortuary in Hartley.

‘Left hand or ri...

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