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never talked to Miss Thompson about it. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ve got a job to go to that doesn’t involve flashing my breasts at strange men in seedy nightclubs’.
    ‘Which charm school did she play truant from?’ Rebecca asked.
    ‘The same one that produces all the judgmental cows of this world’ said Jeff who’d been angered by Debbie’s cold-hearted viciousness. ‘It’s called infertility’.
    ‘Well it’s all over the press again this morning about Lucy Thompson, Jeff’ said Rebecca. ‘They’re absolutely pulling her to pieces. They say she was no better than a prostitute and that any number of disgruntled customers or members of the criminal fraternity who control these clubs could’ve murdered Bradley. One of them even said that if someone lies down in filth they shouldn’t be surprised when something in that filth gets up and bites them hard, not to mention that she was in bed with her married lover Gary Mitchell the morning Bradley was murdered’.
    ‘Where do they find all this stuff out?’
    ‘Somebody talks’ said Rebecca. ‘And their calls are answered with money’.
    The press pack then started heading towards them. ‘What’s the latest on the investigation Detective Superintendent Barton? Could this be gangland related? Is it true that Lucy Thompson was claiming unemployment benefit whilst working at the Paramount club? Wasn’t something like this inevitable given the world she mixed in?’
    Jeff was appaled. ‘The murder of her eleven year old son was inevitable? What kind of world do you live in because it certainly isn’t one I recognise even after all these years as a police officer’.
    ‘It’s one in which Lucy Thompson was once reputed to have been the lover of notorious Manchester gangster Bernie Connelly. Does that ring any bells for you, DSI Barton?’
    ‘We have absolutely nothing to add to what was said at the press conference yesterday’ Jeff stated. The man in him wanted to belt the smarmy faced toe rag that had just asked that question but the police officer in him resisted. ‘You will know when we do have something’.
    Two uniformed officers were standing outside the front door to Lucy’s house and they stood aside to let Jeff and Rebecca in.
    ‘I want this entire street cordoned off’ said Jeff. ‘I don’t care what anybody says just tell them that’s what I want until they do it please, Becky’.
    ‘I suspect you are uneasy about the possible involvement of Bernie Connelly in all of this?’
    ‘You suspect correctly’ said Jeff. ‘And if he is involved either directly or indirectly he’s not going to get away with it this time’.
    Whilst Rebecca was making the necessary call Jeff walked into the living room where Gemma, the appointed police family liaison officer was holding a visibly shaking Lucy in her arms on the sofa. The house was dark. Lucy had every curtain drawn closed. Not surprising considering what was going on outside.  
    ‘Can’t you get them to stop, Jeff?’ she pleaded. ‘Can’t you get them to leave me alone?’
    ‘They’ve been there all night, sir’ said Gemma. ‘Lucy has not been able to get any sleep to speak of. ‘It really isn’t helping’.
    ‘Well I’ve asked for the whole street to be cordoned off’ said Jeff. ‘Now Gemma would you go and make us all some tea? I’d like to have a chat with Lucy’.
    Gemma gave Jeff the look of FLO’s who are cut out of the really important stuff and have to do all the dirty work. Not that Gemma minded as such. It was after all why she volunteered to be an FLO and it would look good on her CV. ‘Of course sir’.   
    Jeff sat down beside Lucy filling the space left by Gemma. Poor Lucy looked an absolute mess. There were dark shadows round her eyes, her hair was hanging languidly round her shoulders and she hadn’t stopped shaking. She was clutching a picture of Bradley as if her very life depended on it.
    ‘He was all I’d got, Jeff’ she wailed. ‘He was all