A smart clip clop of heels alerted him to her presence.
'Hello Hugh. Have you seen the Detective Inspector?'
Constable Hugh Collins looked up at the sparkling form of Miss Fisher, eagerly awaiting his answer.
'He's gone home Miss Fisher. He said he'll have an early night.'
Slight confusion and curiosity crossed her face. He'd seen it before but not in relation to the Detective Inspector.
'May I have his address? I have a possible lead. It might be a help in the investigation.'
'Well…I suppose, seeing as it's you, Miss.'
He scribbled down the address, she thanked him and waltzed out of the police station. Constable Hugh Collins wondered what information she had to share with the DI. Must be important if she had to go to his house.
