Chapter Eighty. DC Jessie Symons.
“Symons, do you know what’s going on?”
Proctor approaches my desk to ask. Honestly, I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end when that poor excuse of a detective comes anywhere near me.
I look up from my computer, where I am viewing the evidence that has come in yesterday regarding the stalker case I am working on. Proctor indicates with his head towards the glass office of our Detective Chief Inspector, Giles Moffett, and note the blinds are closed.
“Old Burnsy and the DCI have been locked in there for half an hour, and you didn’t notice? What kind of detective are you?” Proctor scoffs. It is true, I hadn’t noticed, I am too busy looking at this CCTV footage. Plus, whatever is going on with the uniformed inspector and our DCI is none o
