DS Dodds looked up from a precariously balanced tower of biscuits, his spectacles sliding down his nose. "The shipping magnate who went missing from his villa? I’ve been looking at the security footage, ma'am. But there’s a bit of a... linguistic hurdle."
McDonald froze. "You’re saying the person translating the evidence is the one who took him?" DS Dodds looked up from a precariously balanced
McDonald smirked, grabbing her coat. "Pack your notebook, Dodds. We’re going to have a word with the translator. And this time, we won't need subtitles to understand their confession." But there’s a bit of a
The sun was barely over the limestone crescents of Bath when DCI Lauren McDonald marched into the station, clutching a tablet. "Pack your notebook, Dodds
"It’s a classic 'lost in translation' ploy," Dodds whispered, pulling a thick Greek-English dictionary from his desk. "The kidnapper didn't just want the money; they wanted to control the narrative. By providing the subtitles for the police, they could lead us anywhere they wanted. But they forgot that some of us... well, some of us read the fine print."
"Dodds! Tell me you’ve seen the file on the Katsaros case."