Not that the good mood had lasted. It was her weekend off and Mat had told her she should stay behind, but there was no way she was doing that. She didn’t see the point, for one thing. She’d only be thinking about the case at home if he was working, and they’d only end up talking about it when he got back. She hadn’t seen what his problem was until he’d called her ‘Jones’ little spy in the camp’. She’d just gritted her teeth and got in the car. She didn’t want that argument, partly because she was sure he’d said it out of some stupid male jealousy, and partly because it was true. She would keep Cass in the loop, every step of the way. The two cases had collided, and Cass deserved to know what was going on. There was no way in hell he’d been involved in the shooting of his own family. She pulled the plastic shoes on over her own, happy to be in the midst of the hubbub. The car journey to Charing Cross Hospital had been a silent one. She could almost hear Mat’s jaw clenching tight as he drove.
