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to brush backwards, it was Anne.
    “I see you have a visitor?” she said.
    “Yes” said he. “It is Detective Inspector Pearson from Chester, come to see me.”
    Continuing he added “I believe at least. It is at the behest of his Chief-Constable, Miss Joanne Watkiss, is that an accurate statement young man?”
    “It is Sir” replied Pearson as he looked and smiled at Anne.
    “I will make a drink” said she.
    Jack about to say no need for that, he won’t be staying long. The old detective was once again thwarted and so sat down.
    “You have been investigating these Crampton Murders?”
    “I have indeed” replied Pearson.
    “Done many murder enquiries?” asked Jack.
    “Only two" replied Pearson "they were domestic cases solved themselves really". These are different”.
    Jack looked, his finger now pointed and pressing the side of his mouth, his head leaning forward, his facial expression, a frown.
    “How much service do you have?” asked Jack.
    “Ten years” replied the visitor, adding, “five years on the beat in Chester city.”
    “I was then promoted to Sergeant. Serving three years on traffic as a patrol sergeant.”
    “I was then promoted Inspector; I did a year on that as a patrol Inspector, again in Chester”.
    “I recall you Mister Richards, I saw you about when you investigated the dead cops cases. I would have liked to have been on those cases, interesting, yes very interesting”.
    He concluded his narrative by saying. “Finally about a year ago I was moved to CID as a DI, that is the story of my police career” he said and stopped.
    “I see” replied Richards, “not much criminal investigation experience, have you, what other types of crimes have you dealt with?” asked Jack.
    Anne arrived with the tea and biscuits, which were taken and commenced to be consumed. She turned and left. After all these years she knew the drill, say hello, be pleasant, make the tea then get lost whilst the confidential police stuff was discussed.
    It has been the same as long as she could recall, today was just the same. Having left the room she decided she would make a cake, fruit cake. The old devil enjoyed a fruit cake and it keeps for weeks, if left to mature, that is”. She thought, not really believing that would happen.
    When she had gone Pearson continued.
    “I have dealt with various burglaries, some woundings, oh, and a baby snatch. The murders, which were really solved at the time of the crime, the villains were opposing gang members who did the deed and hung around. They were almost proud of what they had done. There was a ream of evidence against them. They pleaded and got life but as you know they will be out in three to five”.
    “Yes indeed” replied Jack “five is about the average these days”.
    “Well now” he added. “Let us turn to the issue in hand, do you have the papers?"
    “I do indeed” replied Pearson.
    He opened his brief case and produced a fairly extensive bundle of documents wrapped inside several blue folders.
    He stood and handed them to Jack who leaned back whilst the files were placed upon his desk.
    “Thank you officer” said Jack. “I think that will do for now I suspect you have pressing matters”.
    Pearson now looked on in amazement clearly he was no longer required. His hope of a long discussion on all he had done on the cases was not to be.
    Jack looked up realised the apprehension of the young detective and so to let him down quietly so to speak he said.
    “Thank you Inspector, for your narrative of your police antecedents and of course for bringing over these matters".
    “I will now spend some time perusing them and once I have done this I will be in touch again as and when, so to speak”.
    “Thank you sir” replied Pearson not knowing what else to say.
    “Once I have read all the matters I will be in touch with you again and we can then discuss it all further”. Repeated Jack.
    “I see” replied Pearson realising his time was up, so to