‘Where are you up to?’ Jake was at his desk, tapping and clicking at the computer. He might have been working but it was always possible that he was checking whether his pay had gone in or looking up who had been promoted. Janine had just got off the phone with Pam from intel. Pam had been helpful and accommodating, but it was still going to take at least an hour, possibly more, for Telstra to provide the results of the triangulation of Sammi’s phone. The call records for the barman’s phone would take even longer. Things usually moved slower on a weekend because there were fewer staff about, so they had to keep going with what they had while they waited. ‘Come have a look,’ Jake replied, gesturing to his screen. Janine perched herself on the edge of a desk and looked over Jake’s shoulder. ‘I’m just having a look at our barman, Don Black. He’s a nasty piece of work,’ Jake said. ‘What have you found?’ Janine asked.
