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The wait for the CCTV footage from the library seemed interminable. For all Rutland’s differences compared to London, it seemed they had one thing in common: waiting for councils to act.
Caroline felt surer than ever that Patrick Walsh was their man. She’d come across enough shifty people in her time to know when someone was playing her and trying to hide something. And although that wasn’t enough in itself, as far as she was concerned there was more than enough linking him to Roger Clifton’s murder.
Even more frustratingly, someone appeared to have replaced the coffee granules in the kitchenette with a different brand. She sipped the murky brown liquid, trying to ignore the taste and focus on the caffeine hit, when Sara Henshaw came in.
‘Sara, you’re smiling. Please tell me it’s be
