‘They take it so long then explode.’ He pulled several rashers of bacon from the grill, arranged them on plates and served the eggs. ‘Eat up,’ he commanded. Flick smiled wanly. Her appetite was poor and the quantity of food on her plate was putting her off. ‘You mean Traynor suddenly had enough?’ ‘Could be.’ ‘I need something more to go on. There isn’t the evidence to arrest him at the moment and he’s too smart to incriminate himself if I ever do get to interview him.’ ‘What about Mrs Knox? She seemed a bit …’ the phone interrupted him. He answered then passed over the receiver. ‘The DCC,’ he mouthed. Flick’s greeting was cut short. ‘Have you seen Good News this morning?’ the DCC’s voice was an octave higher than the last time they had spoken. ‘No, sir.’ ‘It’s all blown open. Knox and Mrs Traynor, how he died, the lot. They’re saying Traynor should be suspended and even offering a reward, twenty thousand pounds, for anyone who brings them evidence that directly results in a conviction.
