‘I was supposed to phone Hibbie’s work this morning, and they’ll be closed for lunch now.’ ‘They must have an answerphone you could leave a message on. If you leave your rank on the message someone’s sure to get back to you.’ ‘Good idea, Watson. I’ll do just that thing, and do it right now.’ As she ended the call, the two PCs who had been sent to bring in the four suspects came into the office to say that one of them had done a runner – Mervyn Lord. Trussler had still not returned home, according to his partner, but they had the other two, and were awaiting their briefs who were, apparently, on their way to the station. ‘Get an all ports warning out about Trussler and Lord, and let me know as soon as our two potential canaries are ready to do some singing,’ she ordered them. ‘Oh, and get the landlord of The River View in here to look at some mugshots. We could arrange an identity parade with the two we’ve got, but you’ll need the electronic photo album for him to identify the other two.
