McDonald smirked, grabbing her coat. "Pack your notebook, Dodds. We’re going to have a word with the translator. And this time, we won't need subtitles to understand their confession."
The sun was barely over the limestone crescents of Bath when DCI Lauren McDonald marched into the station, clutching a tablet. McDonald smirked, grabbing her coat
"The victim’s daughter sent over a transcript," McDonald said, "but the translation looks like it was put through a blender. One line says he’s 'buying the farm,' and the next says he’s 'planting a vineyard.' Which is it? Is he being threatened or starting a hobby?" grabbing her coat. "Pack your notebook