20 Hours.
When the fire brigade turned up they confirmed that the driver had died in the explosion. Not being insensitive but now I had to go back to the station and write up the report, explaining why I was chasing a man who was not connected to a crime that was no longer being investigated. It is moments like this that can cost you your job.

But when I return to the station my supervisor called me into his office and thanked me. He explained that Boris Bologna was carrying a large stash of drugs in the boot of his car. His death had removed a major drug dealer and a large amount of drugs from the city.

I left the room feeling a little happy, I'd managed to solve part of an issue, but left me needing another avenue to help crack this case.

While I wrote up my report the only face I could picture was Delamoore, then I had a crazy idea, I wondered if Berger would talk. I doubt it, maybe he was my last resort.

Then the phone at my desk rang and I answered it.

24 Hours.
I had known it was a stupid idea the moment I had agreed. The phone call I received was from Miss Delamoore, she wanted to talk and so I arranged to meet her at the old Train station down town.

It wasn't the most sensible place to go, but it was where she suggested, so I simply agreed. Then I grabbed a few hours sleep in the staff room then headed out.

By the time I got to the meeting point I was concerned that the case clock had ticked over to more than twenty four hours. Unless Delamoore was going to confess, chances of getting a conviction was slipping away fast.

I was actually surprised to see however that Delamoore was there before...