The Lost Girl (Brennan And Esposito) - Plot & Excerpts
‘Simon, that this isn’t the kind of place I expected you to bring me.’ Imani smiled. ‘Or any copper, for that matter.’ Matthews looked slightly uncomfortable, mumbled something about clichés. Imani looked round once more. The Daisy Cup Flower Café on St Isaac’s Walk in Colchester seemed to have a permanent smile, bright, cheerful and welcoming, if a café could be said to do that. A flower shop on one side, the café had blond wooden flooring, a fake turf counter and wall, mismatched but colourful armchairs and painted wooden furniture. Old forklift truck pallets had been painted white and turned into sofas stretching along one wall. It looked inviting and relaxing, off-beat and slightly bohemian for Colchester. And all the more incongruous because of the two police officers sitting in two mauve armchairs at a low table away from everyone else. They had walked there in silence, Imani’s anticipation increasing to know just what Matthews had to say that was so important. Wondering if it would match her developing suspicions.
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