15 Earlier that morning, 10.20am.
Julie could barely contain her excitement. Just a little bit of old-fashioned policing had netted her the suspect’s full name and the make and model of the car she was driving.
She’d radioed into the control room before she’d even properly thanked the couple across the road or got their names.
‘Need you to check the voters’ register for me, please,’ she said, speaking to the officer in the control room.
‘Okay, go ahead,’ came the response.
‘I need details of any Amy Walkers living locally. Walker is Whiskey Alpha Lima Kilo Echo Romeo.’
‘Alright. How local?’
‘Not sure. Try ten mile radius.’
‘Okay, two seconds… Sorry, system’s on the go slow this morning.’
Julie raised her eyebrows. The sodding systems were always on the go slow, and particularly so
