The Commissiomer of the Metropolitan Police, Juliet Bravo, sent her two finest detectives to Anchorage to investigate an Interpol report that Lord Lucan had been spotted in a bar.
Bobby Peel and Nick McQuick arrived in the early hours of the morning after a long and uncomfortable flight. It was cold, it was still dark, and no one was there to meet them. The two men were tired, hungry and slightly irritable at being sent to do a job which they felt could have been handled more than adequately by the local force.
“Do you know why Bravo picked us to come all this way,” Bobby growled to his partner.
“Not the foggiest, old chap,” replied Nick.
“If you like I’ll ask her.”