He’d gain nothing by confronting her with the fact he’d seen her with Reuben. She was hardly going to admit she’d gone straight to see the DI this morning. Perhaps, but that’s exactly what she did next. “I saw that policeman this morning,” she said. “Your friend. Reuben Glover – is that his name?” Dean kept a poker face. “Yeah?” he said. “That’s nice.” What was she playing at now? “He wanted to know who I am. What our... relationship is.” “What did you tell him?” She did that thing with the raised eyebrow again: quizzical and challenging and, even to Dean Bailey, more than a little intimidating. “About our relationship? I told him about as much as I knew, which isn’t very much at all.” Dean laughed, then reached for his cup and drained the last of his coffee. Deflecting, he knew, but what did she want? Was she hoping he’d say it was just a one-night stand, that she was the latest in a long, long line? Was she hoping he’d say it was something more than that?
