“WELL THAT WAS A WASTE of time,” Mitchell said as he unlocked the patrol car he and Melissa were using. He couldn’t keep the frustration he felt from his voice, though he did hold it in until Constance had closed the front door and he was reasonably sure he was not going to be overheard. “Your gran can’t be certain it was Mr Wild she saw driving down the road after Lucy, which means we’ve got nothing we can pin on him but a bunch of coincidences. If we try and arrest him again without getting some real evidence, that lawyer of his is going to eat us alive.”
Melissa felt some sympathy for the predicament Mitchell was in but couldn’t help thinking that if he had waited until he had evidence, rather than rushing to a conclusion he couldn’t support, he would not be in his current position.
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