He and his team would go in when the forensics were secured. He went outside to ring Chambers and tell him they’d found the murder scene. Chamber’s frustration at the lack of pace in the case seemed mollified with the latest news. In fact, Fluke was surprised at the way Chambers had spoken to him. Gone was the antagonism, he actually seemed happy for once. Fluke didn’t like it. After he’d finished, he wandered over to where FMIT had gathered. Alan Vaughn had been to the nearby Sainsbury’s to get food for everyone. Fluke looked at the selection on offer. He’d been to the reduced section judging by the yellow stickers plastered over the price labels. A man on a budget. Fluke grabbed a duck in hoisin sauce wrap and ate it, leaning on Jiao-long’s car, washing it down with a bottle of water. He refused the bag of crisps he was offered and noticed Towler did the same. Fluke idly listened to Vaughn and Towler arguing about the reduced-price food. ‘Frugal my arse,’ Towler said.
