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Nothing fancy, plain home cooking.’
    ‘Sounds perfect to me.’ Peter picked up his box and case.
    ‘If you need help with those, I can call my Tyrone.’
    ‘We can manage, Mrs James, thank you.’ Peter ran up the stairs behind Trevor, his small suitcase balanced on top of a box of files.
     
    ‘Will you look at this’, Peter teased when he walked into the hotel room that was to be their “incident room” for the duration of their enquiries. ‘The girl arrived only an hour ago and she’s already unpacked her magic machine. Got the coffee sorted and bought chocolate biscuits as well, Sarah?’
    Sarah ignored Peter and spoke to Trevor. ‘I’ve given Patrick O’Kelly’s office the landline number here and told them to telephone any test results directly to us, sir. I’ve also located the current addresses of Sergeant George who carried out the original investigation and Anna’s mother. Her father killed himself the day after Anna’s funeral. Her mother sold up and moved to Swansea shortly afterwards.’ She held up two discs. ‘Film taken at the murder scene and one of Anna’s funeral. The DVD is connected to the TV.’
    ‘Film of Anna’s funeral?’ Peter questioned.
    ‘Taken by the local photographer. He made a fortune selling stills to the local and national papers.’
    ‘Money grubbing…’
    ‘He donated all the proceeds to Anna’s memorial fund.’ Sarah stopped Peter mid-flow.
    ‘Good work, Constable,’ Trevor said.
    ‘I’ve run police checks on all the locals. Aside from minor parking and traffic offences, two farmers – Bob Evans and Harry Jones – were fined for not declaring income to the Inland Revenue. The landlord here, Tyrone James, was charged with affray but found not guilty in court. The vicar, Tony Oliver, was arrested ten years ago for possession of cannabis but never charged. His wife was charged with assaulting a woman Tony was having an affair with twelve years ago. It couldn’t have been serious. She was bound over to keep the peace. No sex crimes or other serious assaults that I could find. And that is about all I’ve done so far, sir.’
    ‘As the three of us are going to be living and working here until this case can be closed again, I suggest we drop the formality. Call me Trevor.’
    ‘And me Peter.’
    ‘I’d prefer to call you Sergeant Collins.’ Sarah handed Peter a file. ‘I’ve downloaded the trial transcripts and evidence files for you. As you missed the briefing I thought you should have your own copies.’
    ‘Thank you, Constable Merchant.’ Peter snatched them from her.
    ‘Hungry?’ Trevor asked.
    ‘Yes – Trevor,’ Sarah replied.
    ‘Let’s go and eat.’
    ‘Given that everyone in the village probably thinks the same way as the landlady, we could eat up here and brainstorm at the same time,’ Peter suggested.
    Trevor shook his head. ‘We’ll eat in the pub, we’ll socialise in the pub and we’ll talk to the locals there. I doubt many besides Anna’s mother have moved away in the last ten years. You never know what we might pick up.’
    ‘Do you really expect to find new leads after ten years, sir?’ Sarah asked.
    ‘We won’t know until we try. After we’ve eaten, Peter can help you sort this room before he catches up with his reading.’
    ‘And where will you be?’ Peter asked.
    ‘Visiting David Morgan and his mother. The sooner we get his side of the story, the sooner we can begin our investigation.’
     
    The bar fell silent when Trevor led the way in. He smiled at the room in general and read the blackboard. It didn’t take him long to make a choice. ‘Rump steak, chips, and a pint of Guinness.’
    ‘Make that two,’ Peter said, and ‘Good afternoon,’ to the silent, staring customers, before sitting at a table.
    ‘Sarah?’ Trevor asked.
    ‘Tuna salad and a glass of mineral water please.’ She sat opposite Peter.
    ‘You’ll get healthy, eating food like that,’ Peter warned.
    ‘Unlike you I care about my