But before any more could be said Grandma Poppy, Grandma Glenda and Grandpa Mike had stopped going back into the care home. Had, in fact, turned round eagerly, and were running – faster than you might think – towards the mobility scooters. By the time DCI Bryant had finished staring at PC Middleton, all three of them were mounting their chosen scouters, ready to go. Glenda had even started revving hers. Well. It was more of a whine than a rev. But she twisted that throttle like a Hell’s Angel. A Hell’s Angel with arthritis.