Observation room, interview room suite. Pepper was watching the old PC’s face while DC Henry Armstrong was speaking. He didn’t look happy about the way that things were going, and Pepper didn’t blame him. ‘So, Amanda, you know that we’ve searched your flat, don’t you?’ asked Armstrong. ‘You won’t find owt.’‘You’re right, we didn’t. The cupboards really were bare. And you’ve got three kids, right?’‘Aye. One’s a baby. Why do you think I was shoplifting? It was all food, weren’t it? It’s just a caution for that, if it’s just food. That’s what I’ve heard, anyway. If not I’d have gone for smaller items and sold them round the estate, like. So are you going to do me for it, or not?’ Armstrong glanced at the PC, who turned his head towards him slightly in return but neither nodded nor shook his head.‘You’re admitting it then?’ said Armstrong.‘Aye, of course I am. Now can I get out of this toilet? My mum hates having the kids, and I’ve been here for bloody hours already.
