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‘Do you think Bob Jennings could have been our ravel patch where they’d left the car

‘It’s possible,’ said Erika She’d told Peterson about the video tapes seized from Trevor Marksman earlier, ‘We need to find those tapes, and see if Bob Jennings is in any of them It could be a lead, we could use it in an appeal’

‘If he is our ,’ said Peterson A firework screa up the co the trees beyond

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Erika gave her tea Saturday, she came in to the station to catch up with paperwork and tried to track down the videotapes which had been seized by police froh the case files and then went down to the evidence store in the base to track down the videotapes All she had was the evidence nu herself a coffee using the kettle in the staffrooround floor He seemed surprised to see her

‘I wasn’t expecting to see you here,’ he said

‘I can say the sa him the once over He was dressed in jeans and a ju out of her cup ‘So why are you here after having worked seven days’ straight?’

‘I leftin his pocket He pulled it out and cancelled the call ‘My second phone,’ he added

‘I’ upstairs,’ said Erika She eft with her tea and he followed her up to the incident room She put her tea down and busied herself with so him out of the corner of her eye as he searched the floor under his desk

‘I thought I’d dropped it But it’s not here’

‘Okay, well I’ll keepSmart phone, older model with a cracked case on the back’

‘I’ll look out for it’

He stood for a er and then left She waited by theand watched as he eed fro intently into his phone Making a mental note to keep her eye on him

She left the station just after six, having spent the day in a search which went nowhere She put a call through to the Specialist Casework Investigation Teairl on the end of the phone the criirl didn’t fill her with hope when she said she’d follow it up

She took a shower and went to keep a longstanding engage

She arrived at his house just before eight He lived in a sance which alwaysover so they could drink and put the world to rights He answered the door in jeans, T-shirt and a blue apron A delicious s chicken mixed with rosemary wafted out

‘Red or white?’ he said She held up two bottles of red she’d bought and he peered at theht you well The Chilean is nicer, let’s open it first We’ll have the second when our tastebuds have ben knocked out by the first!’

‘Cheeky,’ she said She followed hiant with a French rustic-theme; hand painted white cabinets, work surfaces of pale wood He pulled an ice bucket from the heavy butlers sink in white cera fizzy first,’ he said pouring her a glass She looked around the kitchen and wondered, as she always did if, as a Forensic Pathologist, Isaac deliberately steered clear of stainless steel