It made her scalp tighten to think of her encounter with Frank Shakespeare and she hoped she wasn’t destined to always put her foot in her mouth around him. No, she thought, what she really hoped was that she would never see him again.She took the lift up, walked into the Unsolved office and stopped dead.‘Hi.’ Murray smiled from the previously vacant desk.You have to be kidding.‘Guess what I’ve got?’ he said.Herpes? she wanted to say. The plague? Early-onset familial Alzheimer’s, which might mean both you and your dad will be out of my life soon?She put down her bag and her coffee. ‘Are you here because of what I said to your father?’‘Last week, or the first time?’She put her hands on her hips. ‘Last week.’‘Nah,’ he said. ‘I was already assigned.’So it was just an ordinary case of nepotism rather than revenge. It was good to know where she stood.‘You haven’t guessed.’ He waved a lumpy manila envelope.‘What if instead I bring you up to speed, as per normal procedure?’‘No.’No?
