He moved away from Alice's elbow as it jabbed him in the ribs. Now sitting on the edge of the bed, he grabbed his mobile.'Spicer here.''Morning, Sir, it's Sergeant Innes at Longsight.' Jon managed to grunt in reply.'Sorry for the early call.''What time is it?''Just after seven.'He'd been asleep for what? Six hours. He felt like he needed sixty more. 'What's up?''A body has just been found on the Brookvale golf course. Severe lacerations to the face, neck and upper chest.'Jon was on his feet and reaching for his trousers. 'I'm on my way.'The sun was just clearing the trees by the time Jon arrived at the entrance to the golf course. The brightness would be short lived. Despite the weather forecast, a slab of grey cloud was moving across the sky and Jon thought it would be raining by lunch. His tyres made a drumming noise as he drove over the cattle grid and on to the gravel drive beyond. It rose up and, looking to his left, he saw the brown of the moors in the distance. To his right the chimneys, towers and cranes of Manchester were just visible.As he pulled into the car park at the side of the clubhouse, he noted a green van, two police cars and a monstrous four-wheel drive already parked there.
