laxity, in her mind.
Part of her was aware she was being unfair and knew that Bryn had a lot on his plate, but if he wanted her help in these crimes, he had to give her something to work with. She could only get so far working from unofficial sources – social media, remote access, supposedly secure government databases.
The lift doors opened, startling her. ‘Honey, I’m home!’
Jason thought he was being funny again, that was all. But Amy smiled all the same.
‘Good day at the prison, dear?’
‘Same old, same old. Didn’t fancy hanging about this time.’ He came up behind her and flipped open his notebook. ‘Ready?’
Amy found that she wasn’t angry anymore. Relieved, she opened her notes and assumed her typing position. ‘Ready.’
‘Lewis’ unnamed sources reckon this is part of an organised crime network operating on and off boats, like the drug supply. Definitely not the same blokes who robbed Oxford. And he thinks we’re looking at a North Walean connection.’
Amy nodded as she typed:
CI HMPS gangs boats Oxford X N Wales.
‘Anything else?’
‘I’ve got to buy tickets to One Direction.’
‘If that’s how you’re spending your salary, I might need to reconsider my generosity.’
‘Oh, give over.’ Jason gently shoved at her shoulder and she didn’t flinch. She was getting better at that. ‘Tea?’
‘Please.’ She finished the dregs of her last mug before handing it off to him. ‘This intel fits the evidence perfectly. The SOCOs found beach sand tracked in by the killer.’
‘They can do tests on that, can’t they? Find out if it’s from North Wales’ beaches?’ Jason called from the kitchen.
‘Mm.’ Amy scanned the report again. ‘They’ve sent it to some national lab for analysis, but it could take a few days. You’re turning into a proper detective, aren’t you?’
‘I just know my limits. I bring you second-hand gossip and you turn it into evidence that would stand up in court.’
‘That’s Bryn’s job. I just shore up your gossip with my own, before handing it over to the real police.’
Jason laughed. ‘Modesty? From you? You’re a genius at this and you know it.’
Amy blushed and tried to cool her cheeks with her palms before Jason came back in. ‘I’m all right,’ she said, noncommittal.
But she knew that Bryn needed her and she liked that feeling. Cardiff Police didn’t have access to computer forensics and that meant she was it. It was a huge responsibility, but she didn’t mind. She liked to be needed. She sent the scant details of Jason’s prison intelligence to Bryn via email, flagging up the connection to the sand. Playing her part.
Jason returned with her tea and she took a break from the computer, sitting beside him on the sofa as they drank in companionable silence.
‘Did you find anything out while I was gone?’
Amy filled him in on her lack of information from Paul’s social media, at which he nodded in all the right places. She had him well trained.
‘So, what’s next?’ he asked.
‘I have hours of CCTV to review.’
She felt Jason’s eyes on the side of her face, boring a hole. ‘And me?’
Amy hesitated. She didn’t have anything that needed fetching, no suspects to be interrogated. Bryn hadn’t responded to her request for Paul’s data and devices, so she had no need for Jason’s particular skillset.
‘How are we for bread?’
‘Seriously? We’re looking at a murder and you want me to pop to the shops?’
Amy flustered. ‘I have nothing for you to do.’
‘I can look at CCTV just as well as you can. We’ve got the tablet or my laptop.’
She hesitated, a moment too long.
Jason huffed and got up off the sofa. ‘Fine. I’ll check the cupboards for Cerys coming over tonight. Let me know if you think of some “one-brain-cell” tasks, yeah?’
‘Jason, I didn’t mean it like that,’ Amy protested.
Jason towered above her, all six feet of him radiating barely contained frustration. ‘Look, I
Part of her was aware she was being unfair and knew that Bryn had a lot on his plate, but if he wanted her help in these crimes, he had to give her something to work with. She could only get so far working from unofficial sources – social media, remote access, supposedly secure government databases.
The lift doors opened, startling her. ‘Honey, I’m home!’
Jason thought he was being funny again, that was all. But Amy smiled all the same.
‘Good day at the prison, dear?’
‘Same old, same old. Didn’t fancy hanging about this time.’ He came up behind her and flipped open his notebook. ‘Ready?’
Amy found that she wasn’t angry anymore. Relieved, she opened her notes and assumed her typing position. ‘Ready.’
‘Lewis’ unnamed sources reckon this is part of an organised crime network operating on and off boats, like the drug supply. Definitely not the same blokes who robbed Oxford. And he thinks we’re looking at a North Walean connection.’
Amy nodded as she typed:
CI HMPS gangs boats Oxford X N Wales.
‘Anything else?’
‘I’ve got to buy tickets to One Direction.’
‘If that’s how you’re spending your salary, I might need to reconsider my generosity.’
‘Oh, give over.’ Jason gently shoved at her shoulder and she didn’t flinch. She was getting better at that. ‘Tea?’
‘Please.’ She finished the dregs of her last mug before handing it off to him. ‘This intel fits the evidence perfectly. The SOCOs found beach sand tracked in by the killer.’
‘They can do tests on that, can’t they? Find out if it’s from North Wales’ beaches?’ Jason called from the kitchen.
‘Mm.’ Amy scanned the report again. ‘They’ve sent it to some national lab for analysis, but it could take a few days. You’re turning into a proper detective, aren’t you?’
‘I just know my limits. I bring you second-hand gossip and you turn it into evidence that would stand up in court.’
‘That’s Bryn’s job. I just shore up your gossip with my own, before handing it over to the real police.’
Jason laughed. ‘Modesty? From you? You’re a genius at this and you know it.’
Amy blushed and tried to cool her cheeks with her palms before Jason came back in. ‘I’m all right,’ she said, noncommittal.
But she knew that Bryn needed her and she liked that feeling. Cardiff Police didn’t have access to computer forensics and that meant she was it. It was a huge responsibility, but she didn’t mind. She liked to be needed. She sent the scant details of Jason’s prison intelligence to Bryn via email, flagging up the connection to the sand. Playing her part.
Jason returned with her tea and she took a break from the computer, sitting beside him on the sofa as they drank in companionable silence.
‘Did you find anything out while I was gone?’
Amy filled him in on her lack of information from Paul’s social media, at which he nodded in all the right places. She had him well trained.
‘So, what’s next?’ he asked.
‘I have hours of CCTV to review.’
She felt Jason’s eyes on the side of her face, boring a hole. ‘And me?’
Amy hesitated. She didn’t have anything that needed fetching, no suspects to be interrogated. Bryn hadn’t responded to her request for Paul’s data and devices, so she had no need for Jason’s particular skillset.
‘How are we for bread?’
‘Seriously? We’re looking at a murder and you want me to pop to the shops?’
Amy flustered. ‘I have nothing for you to do.’
‘I can look at CCTV just as well as you can. We’ve got the tablet or my laptop.’
She hesitated, a moment too long.
Jason huffed and got up off the sofa. ‘Fine. I’ll check the cupboards for Cerys coming over tonight. Let me know if you think of some “one-brain-cell” tasks, yeah?’
‘Jason, I didn’t mean it like that,’ Amy protested.
Jason towered above her, all six feet of him radiating barely contained frustration. ‘Look, I
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