6
Caroline led Dexter through to her office — in reality, a poorly-partitioned corner of the room, whose door rattled every time anyone walked past or opened the main CID suite door — and sat down at her desk.
‘Something the matter?’ he asked her, confused by her brusque tone at the end of the morning briefing.
‘No, why?’
‘Just wondered. You wanted to see me?’
‘Yes, take a seat. You’re making the place look untidy. I wanted to find out a bit more about the local area. You mentioned it was a bit of a hobby of yours, local history and whatnot.’
‘Got a bit of a passion brewing for local history, boss?’ Dexter said, smiling.
‘Not in the slightest,’ Caroline said, laughing. ‘But there could be a link with our man, and I want all angles covered. You said the church had been deconsecrated?
