Jane Isaac

Naomi Spence. According to a neighbour across the road she’d lived here a couple of years. Hospitality graduate

Detective Chief Inspector Helen Lavery

sixteen-year-old Kieran Harvey

fifteen-year-old Germaine Long

The Royal Albert

Pemberton tower over her. Almost as wide as he was tall, his bald head glowed under the bright lighting.

He lifted his head in greeting, “Ma’am,” he said, an underlying growl exposing his Yorkshire roots.

Helen stood, barely reaching his shoulder. “Hi, Sean.”

After working on an incident with Sean Pemberton last year, she’d fought to acquire his services to fill a permanent DS post in the Homicide and Serious Crime Squad. Pemberton was a seasoned, no nonsense detective whose approach to policing reminded her of her late father, James Lavery

Alan Jones was the CSI supervisor

wound down his window

pungent mixture of smoke

if memory serves me right