Chief Inspector Trelawney's eyebrows rose again. "My superiors told me to comply with your every wish. Apparently, your company's helped us on several occasions in the past. However, I don't think this excuses you from being polite."
Stevenson looked at him as if he didn't know the meaning of the word.
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After a frustrated sigh, the chief inspector went on. "So, why are you here?"
"I gather you have CCTV coverage of the robbery?" Stevenson said. "I want to see it."
"You do, do you? And, of course, yours is the only urgent business we have to deal with."
Stevenson chose to ignore the provocation.
After a pause, Trelawney opened a drawer,fished out a tablet computer, booted it up. He got up and ambled around the desk. Opening a file, he handed the tablet to Stevenson. "The quality isn't very good, I'm afraid. Our technicians are working on it."
The chief inspector stood behind Stevenson and they both watched.
The video showed a museum entrance. Two paramedics came rushing out with a stretcher. A third man in a suit was running beside them. The paramedics loaded the stretcher into the waiting ambulance. The third man and one of the paramedics climbed into the back, and the second paramedic drove the ambulance off.
Stevenson glanced up at the chief inspector. "Do you have any road surveillance footage?"
"This may be the country but it's not the Middle Ages." The chief inspector sounded annoyed.
(To be continued)
THE VENETIAN PEARLS, a children's whodunit.