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Jack arrived back at the office just before midday, and decided to call a briefing before anyone disappeared off for lunch.
‘Okay,’ he said, ‘I understand DS Knight has appraised you all of how we managed to shatter Dale and Cleo Hulford’s perfect existence for the second day in a row, so full marks to us for that. Steve, how’s the surveillance going?’
Steve Wing leaned back in his chair and sighed. ‘Not much to tell, boss. Hasn’t called anyone, texted anyone. Nothing. He put an “RIP Matt Hulford” post on f*******: and tagged Matthew into it, but as of yet he hasn’t replied.’
A rumbled of laughter rippled round the room. Dark humour was always appreciated in the job, wherever it could be found.
‘Debbie, any other mobile phones registered to Connor or Matthew?’ Jack asked.
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