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They arrived at Amie Tanner’s house in Market Overton about twenty minutes later, the low sun bright in the sky as the frosty start to the day had begun to thaw.
They parked up in a bay opposite the Black Bull pub, the Church of St Peter and St Paul just visible through the bare branches of the trees between. The car fell silent as Caroline switched off the engine and the sound of the hot-air blowers suddenly stopped.
‘Walk from here?’ she said. ‘Good to get some air in the lungs. Plus we can sneak up like Cagney and Lacey.’
‘Which one am I?’ Dexter asked.
‘I’ll leave that to your filthy imagination.’
The pair walked down Thistleton Road towards Amie Tanner’s house, their hands thrust in their coat pockets as the biting cold threatened to worm its way in.
‘Christ, it’s even colde
