Cn we meet 2day? Y. Whn? 7.30? OK. Ren liked to have an hour to get ready in the morning. Not any more. She left the inn with minimum makeup and wet hair. By seven twenty-five she was in the conference room with a giant coffee and a toasted sesame bagel. ‘Hey,’ said Gary, walking in. He took the seat beside her. ‘What’s this all about?’ Ren looked at him and wondered how things would change if her answer was, I slept with Billy Waites. She looked at him and said instead, ‘The investigation. I’m getting a little anxious …’ ‘OK. Talk to me.’ ‘Well, I have nothing.’ ‘I can tell you that’s not true, for a start. Everything that could be followed up on, has been. And what we have done is to rule out a hell of a lot already.’ ‘I’m fine with the ruling out if I’ve got lots of ruling in going on too,’ said Ren. ‘I’m like, “What the fuck happened to you, Jean?”’ ‘Ren – you’ll answer that yourself.
