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could begin to spin the strange tales of a real-life detective,’ she said.
    His smile was one that reached his eyes. He loved to hear Jen laugh. ‘What’s so funny anyway?’
    ‘ Maisy. I was putting her tights back on and she just said, “socks” to which I replied, “Well done Maisy they’re big socks.” She attempted to copy me as she does, and it sounded like big cocks.’
    Jen ’s laugh was infectious and he could hear Maisy demanding her attention in the background.
    ‘She ’s obviously feeling a lot better?’
    ‘ Yes, the tooth is through.’
    ‘ Good. How you feeling about tomorrow, nervous?’
    ‘ A bit, but I’m looking forward to doing the personnel role. By the way Max is off his food.’
    ‘ That’s not like him.’
    ‘He ’s pale.’
    ‘ How can a dog be pale?’ he chortled.
    ‘You ’ll see. He just is. Anyway, we’ll soon see how serious it is. I’m serving up roast lamb for dinner. Will you be home on time?’
    ‘ Should be. Once I’ve got the wheels in motion here, there’s nothing much else I can do. Unless we suddenly find the missing woman or find out who our body in the canal is. Let’s aim for about half-five shall we?’
    He put down the phone, a smile still on his face. Vicky walked into his office.
    ‘This is what we know,’ she said, handing him some paperwork.
    Dylan took it from her, unfolded the sheets of foolscap and began reading. Kirsty Gallagher was single. She was thirty years of age and lived alone. Concerns were raised on the evening of Thursday 27th March by neighbours when her curtains had remained closed throughout the day. Police forced entry to 14, Bankfield Terrace and found her slumped in an armchair, in the lounge. Paramedics attended and pronounced life extinct. The report completed by the officer on the case suggested that nothing in the house appeared disturbed and there were no visible injuries or marks to her body other than her tattoos. The house had been secured and keys found within, which had been retained by police. Utilities had been turned off. Kirsty Gallagher had not been suffering from any recent illness according to her GP. At present the incident was being treated as an unexplained sudden death until the outcome of a post-mortem, which was scheduled for Monday 31st March. Detective Constable Duncan Granger had attended, but due to the unexplained circumstances of her death he had made the decision to ensure the scene was secure and that it remained so, until a cause had been established.
    ‘ Sadly, it appears she has no known relatives,’ said Vicky.
    He let the papers fall onto the desk and looked up at Vicky questioningly. He spoke softly. ‘Ned’s got enough wool on his back to know I’d want to know about this,’ he said. His eyes crinkled at the corners. ‘I’m surprised he didn’t send me a one-liner. I’ll speak to him tomorrow. We’ve got to ask ourselves why would someone steal a body, Kirsty’s body? Is the person responsible frightened what the pathologist might find at the post-mortem do you think?’ he asked. ‘What could they be trying to hide?’ he wondered. ‘We need to get back into her house and get it examined by Crime Scene Investigators, gather phone data, and utility bills; seize any correspondence we can find. Can you sort that for tomorrow when the team’s back in? I want to know what’s been happening in her life recently and with whom.’
    ‘ Just looking at who’s on duty tomorrow boss. We’ve no Sergeants,’ Vicky said running her long, newly manicured fingernail down the duty roster.
    ‘ Oh yeah,’ he said distractedly. ‘That little problem should be sorted soon.’
    ‘ How come?’ she asked, not taking her eyes off the computer screen.
    ‘I ’ve asked personnel if I can act someone up for CID experience and they’ve agreed.’
    ‘ You have?’ she asked. ‘They have?’ Vicky turned her head to look at him. Her long blonde fringe flopped in front of her eyes. She brushed