“Mitch, you good to talk?”
“Hey, Prof. How’s it going?”
“Not bad, raining, you’ve probably got better weather where you are.”
“Yep, hot and sunny, not a cloud in the sky.” I chuckled. “Perfect.”
‘And I bet Jamie’s place is stunning.”
“Something else. You should bring Chelsea here for your honeymoon.”
“I’d be happy to, but she’s planning some big trip to the Maldives. Far too much money for a beach, in my opinion, but there we go. She tends to get what she wants, especially when her father is paying.”
“Ah, you’ll have a great time wherever you are with your new bride.”
“I’m sure I will.” He paused. “I was calling to fill you in.”
“Okay, much happening?”
“Yeah, there is. The Animal Welfare guys called the police when they found the dogs, which we’d suspected they would.”
“And? Anything for them to find?”
“A few human bones. We should have found some pigs to throw those assholes to; apparently they eat absolutely everything. Organs, bones, clothes.”
“And is it a problem? The bones?”
“I don’t think so. The farmhouse is listed as unoccupied. The owner died years ago, and it’s in contention with a bunch of family members.”
“That’s helpful.”
“So our bad guys have no links to the place, and they won’t have been reported missing. I don’t think so anyway.”
“I agree, I don’t think it will be a problem. Anything on the phones you grabbed?”
“Yeah, seems our Beelzebub twat was a WhatsApp fiend, so we got quite a lot.”
“Go on.”
“He’d been messaging a guy called Matt Stump about a group of women from Bulgaria who are coming over illegally this week, back of a truck.”
“What? Jesus, these people.”
“I know, right. And our asshole was going to store them for him, until he could sell them on, for a price.”
I waited for him to continue; knowing Andrew, he would have a plan of action.
“So we’ve been staying in communication with this dickhead, confirmed the address of the farmhouse et cetera. For his delivery.”
“Have forensics done their thing?” I asked. Sometimes they could be slow, especially a scene that wasn’t in public view. They had no reason to rush. “Or are they still milling about?”
“Cillian swung by yesterday and all was quiet.”
“Excellent.”
“So we’ll be waiting, when Matt Stump arrives with hisgoods.”
I gripped the steering wheel. That would be one hell of an operation. “Want me to come back?”
