Once he had all the plates written down he took a picture and sent it to Casey, at dispatch, who had been in his ear for the majority of this case so far. She would need at least an hour to go through the fifty or so plates he had sent her. So while he waited David Harker, grabbed a shower and something to eat.

Bingo, a hit, he thought excitedly as he got a message back from Casey, but it wasn't the news he wanted, none of the vehicles had been reported stolen. His heart sunk, was all this wrong. Looking out of the window feeling defeated a red Nissan Micra parked up, so he quickly jotted down the plate number and watched as a familiar looking man got out. He grabbed a few shopping bags from the boot then strolled across the car park to the main doors and into the building. It was a lot of shopping for one person over night. He sent the registration to Dispatch who replied within five minutes. The car wasn't stolen, but it was very far from home. Looking back in his notes about the stolen vehicle they found at the previous hotel, they were from the same area. Sloppy he thought, but a lead. Now he needed to know what room Mr Joseph Loggins was staying in. Grabbing his firearm and badge from the draw Harker headed down to the front desk.

The clerk was surprisingly helpful. He had been working the same shift all week, and had noticed the man, his wife and their son arrive the night before. The room, number thirteen, had been paid for in cash for fourteen nights, the last night that had been paid for being the night leading into the day the boy would be killed and left to be discovered. After viewing some CCTV footage Harker was absolutely sure that it was the couple with Casper, here, so close. He asked to use the phone in the...