Inside the tiled lobby, an officer leapt to attention when he saw Falcone. He ushered us into a small office and offered me a plastic chair that reminded me of the one in Detective Lake’s office in London. I felt another pang of guilt for missing my meeting with him. “Wait...
It was tempting to go visit Bradley Associates, which was close by. I’d be welcomed back like a prodigal daughter. Alan would be happy, even though he wouldn’t show it. I could review the projects, catch up with the team, maybe go for drinks after work. A haven of normalcy shimmered like a gold c...
It was Inspector Clarke. He began with an apology. “Sorry it took me so long to get back to you,” he said. “Do you have time to grab a coffee?” After agreeing to meet at a small cafe just a few blocks away, I hurried back upstairs to get my coat and...