Jerry Marsh stepped out of the lift, coffee in hand, and pushed through the door of Bristol Bureau of Investigation.
"Fifteen minutes late, Jerry."
"Ain't my fault, boss. Dave's gone missing again."
"Nothing new about that. As I recall your parents spent loads of time chasing after him. He'll be back. In the meantime we have a thief to find." Inspector Jarvis played a video of the robbery. It showed the inside of a supermarket. The door opened and a figure in a cat mask entered, opened the chilled cabinet, took out some plastic pots, and vanished. It had taken less than five minutes, and the alarm was silent throughout.”He has robbed seven supermarkets, but doesn’t take any money. Just pots of cream.”
"That picture don't give us much, boss."
"True, but check this out." Jarvis hit a few keys and zoomed in on the mask. "That mask is a little too tight. Forensic IT managed to map his face."
'"Any luck?"
"Just got this in. We have three hits; Alex Philips, Robert Harvey, and David Ross.”
“Well, it ain’t Ross. I dealt with him before. He’s doing five in the Scrubs.”
“And Philips hasn’t been seen in years. Word is he’s got married and gone straight.”
“So, Harvey it is, right, Boss?”
“Seems that way.”
Marsh organised undercover cars to watch over local supermarkets. At about 3am word came that a shop had been robbed and officers were in pursuit.
Marsh and Jarvis drove through the streets of Bristol to meet with the arresting officers. Marsh looked in the back of the car. He turned to Jarvis, utterly shocked.”
“What’s wrong, Marsh?”
“He ain’t Harvey, he’s my brother.”
