Bye Bye Baby

37

Back in the holding cell, just me and the mustard-coloured walls.

I was a detective. I could work this out.

I'd been set up, I just needed to prove that I was innocent.

Easiest way to do that was with an alibi.

The finger. Where was I when the finger was posted through Mrs Wilson's letterbox? Holly had gone to bed and the kids were out…

I'd gone for a drive.

Okay, that was no help.

The ransom money. I couldn't have picked up the money because… shit, I was asleep in my car.

God's sake. I couldn't prove a thing. I had to admit, if I was investigating this case, I'd look pretty guilty.

I needed to find out who had set me up. Whoever it was had access to the CID office. Which meant that one of those bastards I worked with had framed me.

All I knew for certain was that it wasn't Dutton.

There wasn't much to go on, but I did have a number of suspects.

I put a list together in my head. Everyone I could think of. And I started going through them, one by one.

After all, I had nothing else to do for a while.