The guy was murdered while stealing masonic items from a masonic shop in the shadow of the United Grand Lodge of England but sure, no masons were involved.
Peter Mikkelsen
if you’re ever murdered in the veg aisle at Tesco’s, we’ll know a cucumber did it
Floozy Soozy
hahahahaha
Debbie Palser
lol
Jane Burnett
All that nonsense about Freemasons and it was a common or garden burglary!
SkankyDoodle
how many common or garden buglaries end with a theif left behind with his eyes pulled out and his hands cut off ? why was nothing taken from the shop except mason stuff and why was the body naked and killed in a ritual manner ?
Jane Burnett
As the daughter and wife of Freemasons I can assure you that there are no ritual killings involved! Freemasons raise many millions for charity every year yet are routinely stigmatised by ignorant people such as yourself.
Jeff Grayling
Security at that shop must’ve been p*** poor if the guy could crack the vault after working there for 2 weeks.
Paul Everleigh
Was just thinking that exact thing. Either lax security or inside job.
Starbanger
My comment has now been Removed by the moderater TWICE!!! There is something bloody fishy here!!!! The Chief Investigator Malcolm TRUMAN is a Freemason, member of Winston Churchill Lodge 7502, Holborn!!!!!!
Robin’s phone rang. She hoped it would be Strike, but it was Kim Cochran.
‘Hi,’ said Kim briskly, sounding as though she was in a car, ‘just a quick one. Did Plug look like he was heading for a train, when you lost him on Friday? Or could he have been meeting someone?’
‘Possibly meeting someone,’ said Robin. She’d had the presence of mind to text Kim after she’d come round from surgery, pretending to have confused Plug with another man in the bustle. ‘He was heading towards Caffè Nero when I lost him.’
‘I’d have thought it was impossible to mistake anyone else for Plug,’ said Kim, with a little laugh.
‘It was very crowded,’ said Robin.
‘Must’ve been. I’m only asking because I saw him handing over cash to a guy at Tufnell Park yesterday,’ said Kim. ‘I’m following him up the A12 right now. Strike asked me to do your shift this morning.’
‘Right,’ said Robin, and then, with an effort, ‘well, thanks for covering for me.’
‘He’s pretty depressed, poor guy.’
‘Who is?’
‘Strike, after Cornwall. He was telling me all about it.’
‘Oh,’ said Robin, ‘right.’
‘Good to know about Victoria, anyway,’ said Kim. ‘You get back to your Lemsip.’
She hung up, leaving Robin staring, eyes narrowed, at her phone.
Robin had been telling herself that Kim Cochran was a good hire ever since the latter had joined the agency. Kim’s work was exemplary, and she had good police contacts, because she’d worked for the Met for eight years before becoming a private detective. However, the more contact Robin had with Kim, the less she liked her. This was largely due to the marked mismatch in the way Kim treated the two people whose names were engraved on the agency’s glass door. Kim laughed longer and harder at Strike’s jokes than anyone else and treated his ideas and opinions with deference. To Robin, Kim was casual, even dismissive. She’d already made a jocular sideswipe at the fact that Robin, alone of the detective team, had no police or military background, hinting that Robin’s main worth to the investigative team was that she was sleeping with a CID officer, then laughing loudly (‘I’m kidding!’) when Barclay had retorted, ‘When’s the last time
Robin set aside her laptop and headed for the kitchen. She didn’t want to think about Kim Cochran, but as she made herself tea and toast (because toast didn’t necessitate reaching up for dinner plates or bending down for saucepans) her unruly thoughts returned to something that shouldn’t have annoyed her at all: Kim asking Midge (who’d passed the information on to Robin) what Strike’s relationship status was.
