12
While the others were left trying to find out John Lucas’s parole address, Culverhouse went back into his office. Wendy followed him, keen to catch him as quickly as possible before things really kicked off.
‘I know this is a bad time,’ she said, closing the door behind her, ‘but I need to get it sorted before this case starts to take over.’
‘What is it?’ Culverhouse barked, putting a pile of papers down on his desk with more force than was necessary.
‘My inspectors’ exams. The next opening is coming up in a few weeks and I think I’d like to go for it this year. Problem is, the first exam is on a date I’m scheduled on shift.’
‘A few weeks? You’d need longer than that to revise, surely?’ Culverhouse asked, narrowing his eyes at her.
‘I reckon I could cram. It’s either that or wait
