The Home Office pathologist had taken prints from all ten fingers. The prints had gone straight to the force fingerprint department at Netley for checks against the newly installed NAAFIS system, software programmed with prints from every individual with a criminal record, and within hours they were looking at a result. Winter got the name on his mobile from a clerk in the incident room. To his intense disappointment, he’d never heard of him. ‘Bradley Finch?’ he said blankly. ‘Yeah. DOB 11.3.80. He’s got previous for burglary and possession with intent to supply. LKA Leigh Park.’ Winter scribbled down Finch’s last known address. Leigh Park was a huge post-war housing development on the other side of Portsdown Hill. He and Sullivan were already on the edges of the estate, trying to tap up an old contact, so the redeployment came as no surprise. The call had been transferred. Winter recognised the flat Essex vowels of Dave Michaels, the DS acting as Receiver and Statement Reader in the Major Incident Room.
