His mood was dark, and getting darker by the minute. He’d arrived ten minutes late to pick up his son and had missed him, Lucy obviously not hanging around. The traffic had been interminable, the city slowly grinding to a halt. A forty-minute journey from the lab had taken over an hour. And now Nick Furniss had ended his call mid-sentence with the words ‘Forget it’. ‘Fucker hung up on me,’ he said. Moray half glanced at Reuben and muttered under his breath, ‘Aye, well, what d’you expect?’ ‘I mean, I finally get through to him after days of trying, and the bastard cuts me off.’ ‘So stop grousing and call him back.’ ‘What do you think I’m doing?’ Reuben held the phone to his ear. ‘Bloody thing is ringing through to messages.’ He pressed the Off button in disgust. Almost as soon as he’d ended the call, the phone came to silent life in his hands, buzzing and vibrating his fingers. ‘Yes,’ he answered irritably. ‘Reuben, it’s Mina,’ the voice said.
