Episode 19 - Past, present and future (continuous)

Still Thursday then Friday

The squad car Gary ordered arrived within minutes and Jessie was bundled onto the rear seat to be taken to HQ.

Cleo got away from Mrs Coppins’ questions as fast as she could. She would be able to see her daughter next day, but Cleo could not promise that Jessie would remember what she had done, or, if she remembered, that she had murdered Mrs Oldfield.

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Episode 18 - Boil and bubble

Still Thursday

At Huddlecourt Manor School the atmosphere was far from jovial. Cleo hoped that Gary would arrive soon.

Episode 17 - Polly

Thursday May  11th

Thanks to Gary Hurley’s newly-found attitude to Cleo’s way of doing things, Jack’s confession at HQ was dealt with quickly.  Jack would be charged for leaving the scene of what was now being referred to as an ‘accident’. That was not enough to keep him in custody. Cleo took Jack to the garage and sorted things out with Jack’s boss.

“He’ll be a witness at his father’s trial,” she told Mr Edwards, Jack’s boss. “But that won’t be for a few weeks.”

Episode 16 - Not too hot to handle

Wednesday cont. then Thursday

Cleo was forced to admit to herself that the Tom Crowe case was now too big for the Hartley Agency. Not only did she have no way of locating Jack Coppins if he had gone to ground, but even if she found him she could not persuade him to give himself up if he had decided not to.

Episode15 - Nailing Coppins

Wdnesday afternoon

Mrs Baines had not been forewarned of a visit, so Cleo and Dorothy  waited one the doorstep for quite some time after banging the brass gargoyle that served as a door knocker.

Episode 14 - Disclosures

Wednesday, May 9th

Cleo left early for HQ. She had made a list of questions she wanted to ask Coppins. She thought she was on the verge of a breakthrough with Jessie, but only Coppins could know the story. It remained to be seen whether he would be cooperative.

Episode 13 - Catch as catch can

Tuesday cont.

Dorothy was quite relieved to leave the crime world for an hour or two , thought it got later and later as Mr Morgan drove his old-timer at a modest pace along the quiet roads, negotiating even slower farm-vehicles and occasional tail-backs between Swansea in Wales and Upper Grumpsfield somewhere in Oxfordshire. Eventually he was able to park his little black Morris Minor near St Peter’s Parish Church. Mr Morgan was inordinately happy to be back again..