They always said the first pint of the day was the best, he thought, and they were quite right. Not that this was his first pint of the day – strictly speaking, it was his fifth – but it was his first in the Drum and Monkey, and that had to count for something. The night before, alone in his shithole of a flat, he had sunk to a bit of a low point, he realized, but now, after a few pints, the world was starting to look a much better place, and even his problems seemed more manageable. ‘We’re waiting, Sergeant,’ said one of his bigger problems, who was sitting across the table from him. ‘Sorry, ma’am, I was just getting all the details of my report straight in my head,’ Walker replied. ‘This is the area we’ve covered this morning,’ he continued, pointing to shaded-in parts of the map which he’d spread out on the table. ‘As you can see, I’ve concentrated my men on areas where there were abandoned buildings, because it seemed to me that the killer would have chosen somewhere he was unlikely to be interrupted.’ ‘Makes sense,’ Paniatowski agreed.
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