DCI Abigail Spencer groaned at the persistent and invading noise of her phone and reached over to grab it from the bedside cabinet. ‘Spencer.’ ‘Gov, it’s DS Grisling here. Sorry to call your personal phone but I couldn’t get hold of you on your work phone.’ ‘That’s because it was fucking turned off Grizzly.’ ‘It’s Grisling Ma’am.’ ‘At 3.30 in the fucking morning I’ll call you any sodding name I like Grizzly. I was about to take my first day off in 3 fucking weeks so why are you calling me and not DCI Wallace? ‘He told me to call you Gov, there’s been a murder. ‘And? Since when did…