It wasn’t as though they couldn’t reach him easily enough. Instead, he called Brodie and learned that Billy Fletcher was still to be found. He told his DI to contact him immediately anything broke and said he was nearby; used the excuse that he was running some urgent domestic errands. He wasn’t sure what to do as he sat outside Giorgio’s and chewed on the panini that suddenly tasted as appealing as cardboard. The coffee helped. Jack thought about just going home but that didn’t feel right. He absently made a decision to head for Westminster Cathedral, barely a couple of minutes’ walk away, where he could reflect in peace on what Deegan could possibly have meant about Liz Drummond, and work out what to say to Superintendent Sharpe about this sinister development. He walked towards the cathedral but ultimately found himself staring at the bookshelves in Waterstone’s. Feeling very much on automatic pilot, he was pulled towards the fantasy fiction shelves — perhaps he could just sit in the park with a book.
