The man with the rose tattoo

The coffee shop on the corner of Fleet Street was Julie and Morven's sanctuary from the relentless grind of criminal law. Mid-morning lattes were non-negotiable, even on the busiest days. "Did you see that?" Morven asked, setting down her cup. Julie looked up from her phone. "See what?" "Someone just snatched that woman's phone. On an electric bike -- flew past the window like a ghost." Julie turned to see a young woman standing outside trying to compose herself. "Did you get a good look?" "Black helmet, dark jacket," Morven said, already pulling out her own phone. "The bike was distinctive; a neon green strip along the frame." Julie was already dialling the police. "I'll report it. You check the woman." "Let's ask to see the CCTV footage from the coffee shop", Julie said. "I know the owner." They watched the grainy recording frame by frame. The thief moved with stealth and efficiency; snatch, accelerate, gone. But Morven spotted something. "There", she pointed. "When he turned the…