Clearly the top brass were in a flap about the latest killing. The press were already setting up for the duration outside the Constabulary’s headquarters at Middlemoor on the outskirts of Exeter. Driving through the gates Jane noticed that it was not only the locals and the nationals, but that a fleet of foreign TV vans had joined the armada of media vehicles parked outside. Chief Constable George Dent was seated between the flanking presence of both Deputy Chief Constable Chris Harding and Detective Chief Superintendent Simon Osborne when she was escorted in to what was more of a suite than an office by Dent’s P.A. Of course he would be far too grand to have just a secretary. The top brass were clustered around the polished mahogany conference table watching a BBC news reporter giving the latest details on the killings from Cathedral Close. Further down the table was DCI Neville Jordan; at one stage they had both been sergeants together, now he was nominally leading the enquiry. ‘Detective Sergeant Hawkins, Sir, ‘announced the flunkey.
