CHAPTER 22

Colin Owens had parked the Land Rover. With his bag over his shoulder and a white baseball cap pulled down over his eyes he walked quickly to the junction. He glanced down towards the police station and shook his head; they didn’t have a clue he was right on their doorstep. He crossed over and followed York Street down to the Roman Baths.

“There was a burger place around here somewhere last time I checked online” he thought “I really fancy one tonight. No idea what my guest would prefer; perhaps I’ll pick up a chicken and a veggie. She can take her pick.”

Colin fully expected everything to be as he had left it at the cottage. He would sleep well tonight then start prodding Phil Hounsell first thing; he planned on describing in detail what wa...

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