CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The sun hung in a cloudless blue sky, and flocks of birds darted here and there on a warm breeze. Steel was in a taxi heading for Mosta, a large city to the north. Steel took out his phone and flicked through the notepad app. Foster had given him a list of people he thought would be necessary to the investigation. One was that of Lucy’s best friend, Zoe Keen. Another was a guy called Brad West, Lucy’s ex-boyfriend.
The cabbie drove as if he was in the Dakar Rally. Steel held on in the back of the old Ford as it skidded about on the dusty tarmac roads. Steel smiled to himself as he listened, to what could only be an argument with the man and his wife. The man was yelling in Maltese – and very loudly over the phone’s wireless earpiece.
The cabbie’s driving got more errat
