“I can use my government contacts to get into the police records. Let’s see if they’ve got anything on this yob, and we’ll take it from there. Meanwhile, try to put him out of your mind.”
Jake had the knack of calming her with his quiet, measured tone. A five-a-day person, Liffi shook a cigarette from her pack, and with a shaking hand, lit it. After inhaling, she made the usual smoker’s gesture of tilting back her head, looking skywards and blowing out the smoke. That was how she caught sight of it in the upper branches—a falcon.
Liffi loved birds of prey, but especially falcons, having made a point of studying them as creatures sacred to Freya. She gasped with pleasure at the rarity of the sighting, and the sun picked out the plumage, making identification easy. Unmistakeable by the arr
