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Eventually, Timmy came round to where he&039;d co with Nolan, the photographer He had a couple of tall, scary birds with hiry eyes Not tarts, but your actual fashion et by in Carol&039;s trade Probably not vampires, since they&039;d need to show up on fil Ti Carol

&039;I&039;ll tell you ants shooting,&039; Bellaver muttered &039;The lot of the to say she didn&039;t give Nolan the brush-off, latch on to Newcastle or Croft or Durward or Vaic life-path led to Maryon Park But Bellaver had to start soen of evidence: Griffin cae found near the body It had contained a roll of photographic film, and not the cheap stuff they developed at Boot&039;s

The Super told Griffin to hop off and track down Nolan&039;s gaff

WPC Rogers came back with the official word Tione off, pale and shaking Carol Thatcher&039;s pencilled name could be rubbed off the forot stabbed or overdosed, nobody&039;d give five new pence,&039; Bellaver said &039;But she had to get fanged&039;

Rogers - a thin-faced, weirdly attractive woman - had colour in her cheeks Kate wondered if she&039;d nipped Timmy in the car He was the type who&039;d do whatever a woman in uniform told him

Griffin came back He&039;d found the address of Nolan&039;s studio Pottery Lane, Notting Hill Evidently, the photographer lived there too, over the shop

But Griffin had other news He brought in a Super 7 transistor radio

&039;What&039;s the matter, lad? Can&039;t bear to miss Two-Way Fanised the voice

&039;if this is indeed the first case of its kind since the War, and not merely the first case to have been publicly owned as such, we can take little coovern a blind eye to the escalation of the situation A girl - a young girl - is dead, has been sacrificed Let her not die in vain, let us draw a line and say "this far, and no further"&039;

&039;Enoch,&039; said Bellaver &039;Fla Enoch&039;

The snippet ended In accordance with the BBC&039;s policy of balance, a vayernon Ford - cay uttered sympathetic platitudes about the friends and fan culprit was unrepresentative of the long-established, patriotic British vampire community

&039;Griffin, did I or did I not make it plain that certain details of this case should not reach the press?&039;

&039;You did, Super&039;

&039;And yet those details are now on the wireless?&039;

&039;Yes they are, Super None of our lads is responsible&039;

Kate kneas unlikely that the information had come froeon, or whoever - she hadn&039;t thought to ask - found the body in the first place Most likely, it was a local copper Every nick had so to swap a pint for tit-bits Kate had sources like that Griffin was one of them when in the mood This was more likely a malicious leak

&039;It&039;ll be Choley,&039; she said

&039;Who?&039; asked Bellaver

&039;The desk sergeant with the black spot and the greasy fingers&039;

&039;If so, he will rue the ruddy day Griffin, you&039;re too wet for what I have in , like Herrick or lawd-help-us Berkeley-Willoughby, then set thes full out I want this shop locked tighter than a fraidy cat&039;s arsehole Intimate that throats will be ripped if I hear any more of this on the news before we have the murderer clapped in silver in the dock at the Old Bailey&039;

Griffin nodded and took his radio away Rogers went out in search of an attack dog

&039;Too late,&039; Kate said &039;The fraidy cat&039;s out of the bag&039;

Bellaver looked sour but did not disagree