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Jack Culverhouse parked his car on Hollybush Lane and walked the remaining thirty or so yards to the crime scene. It was a sad indictment of the realities of his job that his foremost concern at that moment in time was whether he’d put the milk in the fridge when trying to jettison his shopping at home.
He flashed his ID badge at the officers on the edge of the cordon and donned the requisite white forensics suit, the scene having already been sealed off. It was customary for the chief investigating officer to direct proceedings even before that stage, but public areas sometimes had to be treated differently.
The scene had to be sealed off and preserved at the earliest possible opportunity, to minimise the risk of contamination, and in this case there had to be road closures, too. It
