35
Culverhouse knocked on the door of the Chief Constable’s office, having had word that he’d arrived in the building only moments earlier.
‘Come in,’ Hawes called, and Culverhouse obliged.
‘Ah. Jack. I had a feeling you might be first in here this morning.’
‘You’ve heard, then?’
‘Of course I’ve heard. Everyone’s heard. What have they got so far?’
Culverhouse could tell by the tone of Hawes’s voice that he hadn’t heard the full story yet.
‘Are you aware of the IDs of the victims, sir?’ he asked, knowing the answer before he said it.
‘No, why? Who were they?’
‘Milan Nikolic and Zoran Petrovic, sir. The two Serbian lads who reported the s*x trafficking. The boys who came to us because they feared for their lives.’
Culverhouse watched Hawes’s face drop as the realisation set in. The
