NATHAN HAD THE TIME to eat his breakfast, and have a second mug of coffee, before Louisa arrived.
“Okay, Nate, do you want to tell me what’s going on?” Dressed casually in jeans and a pale green t-shirt, Louisa sat at the kitchen table and waited, almost patiently, for the breakfast she had insisted Nathan make her to compensate for getting her up. “What’s important enough to disturb me first thing on a Sunday morning, the day after you go back to work?”
Nathan waited until he had dished up the fried breakfast to speak. “I’m in need of a favour, and I’ve got some info for you, something you’ll like since I know you’re interested in the murdered girl found yesterday.”
Louisa lifted a forkful of sausage and beans to her mouth and chewed slowly to give herself the time to consider his word
