DC Charlie Tunstall’s phone nearly killed him, He was in his battered old Ford Fiesta, heading back to his new digs in the small Suffolk village of Chilbourne, when the phone blew a raspberry—the ringtone had been changed a couple of weeks ago by one of the uniforms back at County HQ, and Tunstall had never got round to setting it back to the default. When the phone raspberried, Tunstall glanced down at the jumble of papers, coffee cups, and sandwich wrappers on the passenger seat, and decided against rummaging through the mess to find it. Then when he looked

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