AFTER NEARLY FORTY minutes, by which time it was almost a quarter to four, Nathan had dealt with most of his problems; he was no longer either hungry or thirsty, and he was no longer cold, but he was still tired and irritable.
He wanted nothing more than to go back to the hotel and crawl into bed, so he could sleep for about twelve hours. That was not possible, however, for there was the question of the bloodstained meat tenderiser found amongst his ransacked belongings to be dealt with — it had been discovered under the clothes at the bottom of the wardrobe.
“So, you can’t provide any description for the person who broke into your room, stole your laptop, and hid the tenderiser?” Havers asked, wanting clarification of what he had been told already.
Nathan shook his head, an action he r
