“‘That doesn’t surprise me, but the fact of the matter is that this body is lying within our jurisdiction, so it’s our murder.’ Henry spoke with an authority that cut Roscoe dead. She clammed up. Henry knew the area well from many years before when he had served in the Rossendale Valley. The quirk was that to get to Deeply Vale, you had to drive out of Lancashire into Greater Manchester near Bury in order to get back into Lancashire. Deeply Vale thrust out like a peninsula surrounded by the wate...r of a massive Metropolitan area, and if true logic had been applied then the area should probably have been part of that urban sprawl, but it wasn’t. Where Henry was now standing was definitely on his patch, which meant he knew exactly where the body was lying. The reason why Henry knew it so well dated back to the early 1980s when the phenomenon of travelling hippies hit the country. It was a time when such groups of people would, during summer months, descend in droves on various locations, set up camps for weeks on end, and hold impromptu and illegal pop concerts and smoke a lot of hash.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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