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Barely ten seconds after answering the call, Culverhouse was in the car, Wendy beside him, racing up the high street.
‘The working men’s club next to the car garage,’ he said as he switched on the siren and sped through a set of red lights. ‘A patrol officer found her behind a bin in the car park. Poor bastard’s blaming himself, apparently. Says she’s still warm.’
‘Christ. Any ID?’
‘Yep, positive, apparently but we’ll find all that out when we get there. How the f**k did he manage it, though? With all the patrols we’ve got out and about. It’s right on the f*****g high street, barely two hours after closing time. The staff probably hadn’t even been gone long. He’s getting f*****g brave, that’s for sure.’
Foremost in Wendy’s mind was that this meant another murder was due to occur so
