I entered the code to the security door that led to the CID office and stepped inside. Erica was right behind me.
An enormous cheer and clapping and wolf whistling greeted us from the clutch of detectives who'd gathered to welcome us back.
So word had got out that we'd been played. I'd imagined that Dutton would have kept it to himself. I wasn't thinking, of course. The whole point of a joke was to share it.
And there he was, leading from the front, big grin under that stupid moustache.
I stepped towards him but Erica got there first.
I wondered what she was going to say.
"Want to see something really funny?" She clenched her fist and punched him.
He went down, and stayed there and after a moment's silence, the cheering and clapping grew louder.