THE REST OF THE DAY was spent trying to get the alibis confirmed. They went back to the station and began the ring around. But luck wasn’t on their side. They were forced to leave messages on various voice mails, and hope someone – anyone – got back to them before the day was over or he’d have a big, fat nothing to report to Bradley.
Several frustrating and fruitless hours later, they returned to Laura Scott’s flat. Two heads looked up, presumably in the hope of being relieved and sent chasing after some tantalising and elusive piece of evidence that only their superior detecting skills could unearth.
‘Sorry, folks. As you were.’
Two heads bent with several mutters.
‘I heard that.’ He hadn’t, but he believed implying their boss had super-powers kept them on their toes.
Strangely, Smal
