I headed downstairs and ordered a steak sandwich. While I was waiting, my phone started buzzing. It was Ewan Tasker calling about Jill's husband. I was tempted not to answer, not because I didn't want to speak to him, but because I didn't want another case to add to my workload minutes after a major break in the Carver one. But if I didn't answer, Tasker would just assume I wasn't around - and then keep on calling. I hit Accept. 'Help the Aged.' A laugh crackled down the line. 'Raker.' 'How you doing, Task?' 'Good. How are you?' 'Can't complain. I tried you earlier this morning, but I imagine you were winding your way towards the nineteenth hole. You're not hammered already, are you?' He laughed again. 'Not yet.' Rain pounded against the window of the coffee shop, making a noise like an army marching. I bent slightly and covered my other ear. 'So what have you got for me, old man?' 'You didn't hear any of this from me.' 'Goes without saying.' The sound of paper being shuffled around.
