work.â
âYou prefer to lead from the front, not from behind a desk, donât you? Well, donât decide anything in a hurry, Kate. Thereâs a lot to be said for catching all the experience you can get.â
âAnd for picking up the pay to match,â Colin said.
âAs to that, the rate sheâs going, sheâll make it to inspector soon enough. Time I was reaching for my slippers and my knitting,â Rowley sighed. âBe off with you then. Time to fight a bit of this crime weâre always hearing about. But donât fall over my Zimmer on the way out.â
Chapter Three
Kate was forcing those stiff joints and muscles to walk briskly back from the Fire Station when her mobile tweeted.
âThat you, Kate? Alf here. I was wondering, could you get yourself back here before it gets dark tonight? Only Iâve found something in your garden you ought to see.â
She hunched into a doorway to cut the traffic noise.
âWhat sort of something?â she asked.
âRemains, like.â
âRemains!
Human
remains?â
âNot as such. Not a body, like. But itâs something you should see before I clear the rest of this shed.â
âIâll try and be there by six,â she promised.
âSee you at seven â thatâs what you mean, isnât it! No, donât wait till it gets too dark. Go and tell your gaffer youâre pursuing your inquiries or something.â
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âSomething nasty in the woodshed, Kate? How wonderful!â Graham passed her a mug of Darjeeling. âDiamonds under your bedroom floor and now something nasty in the woodshed. I wonder what lies concealed in the other houses in Worksop Road ⦠Now â you donât have a house name, do you?â
She shook her head. He knew that as well as she did. She braced herself for the sort of laboured joke he made when he looked as tired as this.
âWell then, you could set a trend. Cold Comfort House.â He drifted over to the window.
She laughed obligingly. Should she risk a joke about finding a handsome, sexy Seth? No, perhaps not.
âSo what do you reckon it is in your woodshed?â He turned to face her.
âSo long as whatever it is doesnât involve coronerâs officers and inquests, I donât care.â
âWell, you must care enough to get back in time to talk to Alf about it. Remember me to him, by the way. He did a grand job doing up my mother-in-lawâs house.â
Mrs Nelmes had sold up and moved into the same retirement home as Aunt Cassie, providing Cassie with an endless source of vindictive amusement. Especially now sheâd discovered Grahamâs wife was burdened with the name of Flavia.
Kate nodded. âHeâs a good man. Honest as the day is long.â
âAll the more reason not to keep him waiting. You put in enough hours here not to worry about slipping off â provided, of course, that Sue Rowleyâs happy about it,â he added, smiling straight into her eyes. He poked a geranium cutting that had dried out too much. Wasnât it time they were planted up now?
âThanks. The Fire Service peopleâ â after all, this was what they were supposed to be talking about â âare pretty well convinced thereâs an arsonist about, by the way. You remember that spate of school fires they had in the Black Country? Weâve got warehouse ones on our patch. Yesterday morningâs was the third.â
âAny connections?â
Kate shook her head. âNothing in common apart from the fact that theyâre warehouses. One practically in West Bromwich, one in Selly Oak, one closer to home â Perry Barr, near the University of Central England. Chemicals â nothing toxic; fabric â that went up like the clappers; and household goods. Same modus operandi in each case â getting up on to the roof, prising open a roof-light, sprinkling petrol on to the floor