He could not help but feel that PC Trott must be a bachelor. The sound system, big screen TV and the weights in the corner of the living room gave him away. Trott had done the honours and brought them all a soda. Although the attempt had been to keep everything informal, Burgess could feel the tension emanating from the two kids. He had brought along Pamela for that feminine touch, if that was needed to coax them to talk. There had been no trouble as far as that was concerned. They were hyped at the thought they might have found the murder weapon. He did not detect a note of squeamishness. Such is today’s youth, he thought. Almost ceremoniously, the young man had presented them with the knife and anorak, still covered in sand but carefully wrapped in a towel that clearly served as an oil rag for his bike. Burgess didn’t want to even think about possible cross-contamination as the kids were sure they had done the right thing in wrapping the evidence. “Thank you for this.
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