Chapter One Hundred and Eighteen. Jason.
Jessie drops us off on Chester Road beside the shops at the top end.
“I will pick you up on Sutherland Street, when you are finished,” the detective informs us.
Smithy and I nod, as I pull on my policeman’s helmet, and the sarge grabs his flat cap and places it on his head. We make the short ‘ish’ walk down the road, turning the corner at the end.
“We will go into Costa first,” Smithy informs me.
We head into the coffee shop, that requires a mortgage to purchase a latte, yet always seems to be full of customers. Although when Starbucks opens near the station, with a drive through, then I reckon this place will take a bit of a hit.
As we walk inside, a low hush descends, some of the coffee drinkers muttering lowly between themselves. Smith
