Cleo decided to find out more about the Fargo family herself
before regaling Gary with Dorothy’s advice. It was just possible that the tramp
had genuinely been mistaken for the deceased relative.
Fred Bradley, known to everyone as Brass, was one of a rota
of cops who ran the sub-police station in Upper Grumpsfield. It was really only
a room with a counter and IT equipment, a coat stand, a loo and a tiny kitchen,
but it served the purpose admirably and was a welcome addition to village life,
since many residents regarded it as a sanctuary where they could air their
grievances.
Cleo Hartley-Hurley wondered how Gary would take
the news that she was planning a project that was a far cry from what he used
to call snooping. She would probably have less time to air her theories on the
current cases that beset the Chief Inspector who had, despite himself, become
quite reliant on his wife’s Agency and her wise comments, and been put on the
straight and narrow more than once by Dorothy’s hunches.