by stewartgiles
TWENTY
BLOOD MONEY
“What’s this theory of yours Whitton?” Smith asked as they walked through the Police Station reception.
“I don’t think this Susan woman and her boyfriend have anything to do with the murders,” Whitton replied.
“You reckon? So where does that leave us?”
“Its something one of Susan’s housemates said sir; it got me thinking.”
“I’m all ears Whitton.”
“Susan Jenkins was broke and that boyfriend of hers was even worse off. What if someone paid them just to take a taxi ride in the early hours of the morning?”
“Easy money,” Smith admitted, “but why?”
“To move the suspicion away from Frank and Roxy. They’re involved in this, I know it. Susan Jenkins booked her holiday online. She must have paid for it over the internet.”
“How does that help us?”
“I think you need more sleep Sir, the money I think she received from Frank and Roxy must then have been transferred into her account.”
Smith caught on.
“So all we need to do,” he said, “is check Susan Jenkins’ bank records and then we’ll know for sure.”
“Exactly sir,” Whitton smiled, “it’s just a theory but its worth checking out.”
Smith yawned. “Sorry,” he said, “the search warrant, the wine, the bank records and the doctor who prescribed the Benzodiazepine can wait until tomorrow. Go home Whitton, get some sleep. I think we’re going to need it.”