The scorching yellow sun sat on the afternoon sky like a huge ball of fire, its heat simmering into the atmosphere and gliding down the skins of the people that walked the streets. It was a sweaty day.
On days like these, men thanked their stars that they had been born at a time when there was something in existence that could convert the hot air in their cars and offices into cool breathable air.
Detective Miller and Cooper were just running down the steps of the station and were headed for the police car parked in the driveway, the one that belonged to them.
Questioning Helen Hall had not been as easy as they had assumed and in the end, they'd given up and left her because it was becoming more obvious by the second that they were not going to achieve anything by using an ordinary means to question her.
