“Meade, bring those gentlemen through now, would you?” Willis barked into the phone, “And tell DC Tomlinson to bring her photographic gear.”
The door opened and DS Meade showed a tall, scruffy man with an aquiline nose, into the room. He was carrying a small cardboard box. A similarly middle-aged man and an older woman followed him in. Last through the door was none other than Sir Clive Cochrane accompanying the pretty, auburn-haired DC Tomlinson, who was carrying a digital Nikon with flash.
The chief inspector held out his hand to the tall man, “Professor Cox, nice to see you again. Have you all been introduced?”
The tall man chuckled, “Come, come, Chief Inspector, we are all specialists in Anglo-Saxon history, you realise how many conferences and dinners we’ve attended together.”
Jak
