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‘What the bloody hell you doing here this time of night, anyway?’ Jack said as he walked into the incident room, where DC Debbie Weston was waiting for him. He desperately wanted to ask her if the reason she was working late was because her sordid affair with the landlord of the Prince Albert had gone south, but he quickly remembered he wasn’t meant to know about that.
‘Working. Good job I was too, eh? It’s gone off to forensics, but here are the photos.’
Jack looked at Debbie’s computer screen. There was no doubting what he was looking at: a knife, which had been wrapped in plastic.
‘We won’t have results until tomorrow at the very earliest, but the team who recovered it reckon there are traces of dried blood where the blade meets the handle. If that matches Matt’s blood, we know w
