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‘Yep, that’s the one,’ he said, ignoring her sarcasm.
She shook her head in despair and continued her background checks on Father George Markinson. So far she’d established that the man was fifty-seven years of age and by the timeline she’d managed to sketch out, he’d worked in thirteen parishes in twenty-seven years.
1995 –1997 Nottingham
1997–2000 Leeds
2000–2001 Ilfracombe
2001–2003 Preston
2003–2006 Isle of Wight
2006–2007 Gloucester
2007–2009 Chester
2009–2010 Norfolk
2010–2013 Leicester
2013–2017 Islington
2017–2018 Bedford
2019–2021 Stratford
2021–Present Halesowen
Stacey’s head was spinning. She didn’t change bed sheets as often as that. For comparison, she took a look at St Luke’s in Cradley Heath. Father Derek Wilmot had presided there for over seven years. His previous stint had been nine years in Coventry. She tried another. Father Michaels from Old Hill. The website said he’d been there for eleven years. Before that thirteen years in Liverpool.
She understood that clergymen were moved around on occasion and they were required to go wherever they were sent, but already she was beginning to smell something fishy. Getting to the bottom of this was going to take some work.
‘Listen, Penn, I need some—’
‘On it, Stace,’ her colleague said, reaching for Sandra’s laptop.
She smiled her thanks.
The boss was going to want a report on any potential threats to Sandra by the time she got back.
SIXTEEN
Bryant pulled up in front of Catherine’s house just as she was getting out of the car. She stood at the top of the drive waiting for them.
‘Back so soon?’
‘Just another couple of questions, if that’s okay.’
‘You’ve spoken to the others?’ she asked, unlocking the door.
‘We have.’
Catherine kicked off her heels the second she was inside. Next, she put down her bag and removed her jacket. ‘Boys,’ she called up the stairs, but the house appeared to be silent.
They followed her through to the kitchen, which was not the same photoshoot-ready room they’d seen that morning.
‘Bloody hell,’ Catherine said, gathering up all the empty wrappers and crisp packets. Pot Noodles had been made and appeared to have been the ammunition in a food fight. There were noodles stuck to every surface, cupboard and all over the floor. The initial anger in her face had been replaced by weariness as she took a wet cloth and started to wipe down surfaces.
