He was no longer the slightly dishevelled innocent with the scuffed leather jacket and a crooked tie. He had matured, filled out and smartened himself up. They said what didn’t kill you made you stronger. Cooper had come through his recent problems looking as if he could cope with anything. Promotion to DI suited him too. Some people thrived when they were given responsibility. Everyone who’d said he wasn’t ready for it had been proved wrong. And she had been one of those people herself. She’d also been thinking about DC Becky Hurst, after seeing her at West Street. Fry knew that Cooper really rated her. She was the best of the recent recruits to E Division CID. For a moment, Fry wondered if Hurst would appreciate a move to EMSOU if a vacancy came up. It was something to bear in mind for the future. ‘A killer?’ Cooper shook his head. ‘Roger Farrell had no criminal convictions. Not a thing on his record.’ ‘That was what we were working on. Our enquiries suggested he was responsible for the deaths of three young women in Nottingham, unsolved murders spread over three years.
