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He pushed open a door that led into a long, brightly lit corridor He walked slowly, aware that he still had a little time to spare Better to be a few ospel of St Julian Lights were blazing in every rooainst criht his breath when he spotted a painting that was propped up against the far wall

Twothe picture carefully

‘Well done, Jackie,’ said the older man, in a distinct Scottish accent ‘A personal triumph’

‘Thank you, guv,’ she replied

‘Let’s hope,’ said the youngerat the picture, ‘this will put Faulkner behind bars for at least six years God knoe’ve waited long enough to nail the bastard’

‘Agreed, DC Hogan,’ said the olderin the doorway ‘Can I help you?’ he asked sharply

‘No, thank you, sir’

While you’re still a constable, Fred had warned hio far wrong ‘I was just ad’ The older man was about to close the door when Williainal’

The three officers turned to take a closer look at the intruder

‘This is the original,’ said the young wo irritated

‘That’s not possible,’ said William

‘What ue

‘The original used to hang in the Fitzo A crime that still hasn’t been solved’

‘We’ve just solved it,’ said the woman with conviction

‘I don’t think so,’ responded Williaht-hand corner with his initials, RvR’