17 8th September
Meadow Hill Lane wasn’t a road the police were called to often. The tree-lined road was home to large detached houses which generally managed to keep free of the local grip of crime, other than the odd burglary or domestic incident.
Knight and Culverhouse only ever tended to come to the road when visiting Gary McCann, a local businessman who was usually less than honest in his business dealings. Rumour had it that McCann had seen his ex-wife disposed of a few years back, but this had never been proven. Much to Culverhouse’s chagrin, he’d never been able to nail anything on McCann.
For the first time in a long time, though, they were on Meadow Hill Lane for a reason other than Gary McCann. They were at number twenty-nine, one of the few houses not to be given a pretentio
