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wanted to cross anyone off the suspect list until
the case was closed. If Danny let Carl have his say they’d spend most of their
time chasing the wrong person.
    “To me he
seems like an upset husband who wants to know who killed his wife. Yes he was a
bit sharp, but wouldn’t you be? He’s blaming himself for her murder. He thinks
that if he’d been at home with her instead of on one of his business trips he’d
have been able to save her. He feels responsible for her death. It can’t be
easy having that kind of weight on your shoulders.”
    The two men
stared at Jamie, and she stopped talking. They walked from the hotel to the car
in silence.
    Once Neil saw
the police car disappear down the road he went outside, climbed into his car
and drove off in the opposite direction. He was supposed to be somewhere right
now. He’d had no idea their questions would take so long.
    He put his
foot down on the accelerator and sped off twenty miles per hour over the speed
limit. The quicker he got there the less trouble he’d be in for being late.

 
    Chapter Three
     
     
    “So where do you display the
information you’ve collected?” Jamie asked. At her old job they had a corkboard
to pin information on, but there wasn’t anything like that here.
    “We don’t
really do that,” Danny said.
    “We just keep
all the information in a file,” Carl added.
    Jamie looked
confused. “Well, I can’t work like that. I have to be able to see everything
together in one place at the same time.”
    Danny and Carl
shrugged in unison.
    Jamie looked
around the room for something she could use to stick the information on while
Danny and Carl carried on with what they were doing, seemingly oblivious to
Jamie’s presence.
    “I’m going
out,” Jamie said after a few minutes.
    Danny and Carl
grumbled something.
    Jamie shook
her head and walked out, grabbing her handbag out of the bottom drawer of her
desk on her way.
    “Where’s she
going?” Carl asked.
    Danny
shrugged.
    “The post
mortem results should be here soon.”
     
    Jamie kicked open the door to the
station. It banged against the wall causing both Danny and Carl to look up.
    “A little help
would be greatly appreciated,” Jamie said in amongst groans.
    Neither Danny
nor Carl moved.
    “Thank you so
much,” she said, heaving a cardboard box through the door. After hitting it on
the doorframe a few times, she managed to get it inside and leaned it against
the wall. She sighed and slammed her handbag down on the desk.
    “What’s in the
box?” Carl asked, interested now that he couldn’t be of any help.
    “A whiteboard.
Will one of you help me put it together? Please.”
    Carl suddenly
lost interest again.
    “Fine.” She
took a pair of scissors out of the top drawer of her desk and opened them.
After running the blade along the crease in the sticky tape where one of the
cardboard flaps met the other, she put the scissors down and pulled the flaps
apart.
    “You two are
so aggravating. I just need a little help.” Jamie fought to turn the box upside
down.
    “It doesn’t
look like you need help,” Carl said as the whiteboard covered in a layer of
bubble wrap slid out of the box onto the stone floor with a clatter.
    “Well a little
help would’ve been nice.” Leaving the whiteboard on the floor blocking the
entrance, she took hold of a bag of metal pipes which had also fallen out of
the box. “How hard can it be?” she muttered, trying to push memories of putting
up tents when she went on camping holidays with her parents out of her mind.
Her mum and dad’s tent was the best quality one and went together easily. She
and her brother had individual tents which they were left to put up on their
own. Her tent was always the one which blew away or collapsed during the night.
    After spending
five minutes watching Jamie trying to assemble the base for the white board to
stand on, Carl said, “the post mortem results came in while you were out.”
    She looked
furious.