Griffiths had sent a letter to Agnes and a copy had been made for him. Anne brought the fax into him and he asked her to read it out as he had forgotten his reading glasses. Halfway through she stopped and look at him, puzzled. ‘This doesn’t really make sense, does it? He keeps referring to some book, then he goes on about his hellish life in prison and how he is working on his appeal. It hasn’t faxed well. I’ll call the prison for another copy.’ He was in a meeting with Superintendent Quinlan when they were interrupted with a message that the Metropolitan Police were anxious to speak to the Chief Inspector. Quinlan raised his eyebrows at Fenwick who shook his head, baffled. ‘I’ve no idea what they want. Do you mind if I take it?’ ‘Put them through, I’m as curious as you are.’ Quinlan switched the call to the speakerphone so that he could listen in. ‘DCI Fenwick.’ ‘This is Superintendent MacIntyre.
