He glanced at the screen. ‘Yes, Clara?’ ‘We’ve got an address for our car driver. It’s Ivy Cottage in Gorton. The details were on a rental agreement in the car. Lisa and I are going round there. I’ll let you know if we find anything.’ ‘OK. I’m at the mortuary so I’ll ring you when I’m free again. Do you want me to pass on your regards to Mexican Pete?’ He laughed as he ended the call, but his phone rang again immediately. This time it was the SOCO team leader from Netherdale. ‘We’ve finished with that mobile from the hotel. The only prints on it belong to the dead man. It’s all yours now. I think you’ll find some of the recent text messages extremely interesting. Do you want me to read them out?’ ‘No, it’s all right. I’m due at the post-mortem. If you leave it with reception at HQ I’ll collect it from there.’ He was about to open the door when his phone rang yet again. Nash muttered something vaguely impolite before answering. ‘Viv, what news?’ ‘I’ve done all I can at the hotel, Mike.
