It was tricky and the questions depended on the answers she was hoping to get. She’d caught a politician in a big lie once – kudos for her, embarrassing for him. But this wasn’t an interview. It was personal, more than likely hurtful. Don’t let Kate know what you’re thinking, she told herself, or she might tell you nothing. Lacing her tone with the oh-wow intrigue of the average newspaper reader, Jax said, ‘How well did Brendan know Nina?’ ‘Not that well. He was her bodyguard at a few Christmas parties last year. It was only two or three shifts, a trial run to see if she liked him.’ Kate stopped to draw breath before talking on quickly as though pleased to be discussing something less painful than her final argument with Brendan. ‘Nina wasn’t like some of the others he worked for. He said she was a bit over it, just wanted him to keep a low profile. Drive her around, hang about, be discreet, that kind of thing.’ ‘So she wasn’t expecting anyone to run at her with a knife or a gun?’ Kate shook her head.
