14
Havers, a look of almost scared nervousness on his face, stood before the desk in the manager’s office of The Moor’s Edge hotel. His uniform was soaked through, despite him having been outside for only as long as it took to get from his front door to his car and from his car to the hotel foyer, but he didn’t dare make a move to try and ease his discomfort.
As glad as he was to have someone else in charge of the murder investigation, he wasn’t sure how to feel about the investigation being put in the hands of someone who, however briefly, had been a suspect.
“I realise you’re probably not all that happy that I’ve been put in charge of this case,” Nathan said from his seat on the other side of the desk.
“Not at all, sir,” Havers lied. “I’m glad to have you in charge of this case.” Ins
