Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Four. PC Jason Tanner and PC Mabel Walters.
Jason’s Point of View.
I have pounded this beat so many times I could do it with my eyes closed. Know when to wave at Goya, the old man with his trilby hat and cream overcoat, no matter what the weather, who shouts ‘Alright Jack’ to everyone he meets when passing the shops on Thorndale Road. I also instinctively know when I am going to be ambushed by the teenagers from Sandhill View School as I walk down Telford Road. The time of the 23 bus as it passes me, as my feet pound the pavement. Well, if it’s not late, which it mostly is. I usually take a left on Grindon Lane and cross the road into the Springwell estate. Doing my rounds there, before doubling back through the park extension, taking note of any new graf
