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Sam's in the bar again, having once again found it on the other side of DCS Foyle's office door. (The past few times, she'd been more than a little disappointed when she found herself in the police station corridor. Especially when she'd been wanting a cup of Milliways tea more than anything.)
Regardless, she now has that longed-for cup of tea, and a new case to mull over. Really, normal working-class girls generally don't go about shinning up telegraph poles and cutting important wires, let alone owning up to it afterwards. But the girl in the cells at the Hastings police station seems to have done just that. It's sabotage -- and it's a hanging crime.
It's got Sam thinking, and frowning a little as she stares down into her cup.
Regardless, she now has that longed-for cup of tea, and a new case to mull over. Really, normal working-class girls generally don't go about shinning up telegraph poles and cutting important wires, let alone owning up to it afterwards. But the girl in the cells at the Hastings police station seems to have done just that. It's sabotage -- and it's a hanging crime.
It's got Sam thinking, and frowning a little as she stares down into her cup.