Ebony got into the passenger seat of Tomy’s car, did up her seat belt, and looked across at the detective sergeant. ‘Do you think anyone will follow us?’
‘Doesn’t matter. We’ll go to my office first and when you are ready to leave, you’ll go in a different car. The Police Department car park is secured, so we can’t be followed into it.’
‘Thanks for all you are doing for me, Tomy.’
‘No worries. Might even lead us to Steven Culley. You never know.’
True to her word, as soon as Ebony had finished a coffee and pastry, Tomy arranged for another car and another police member to drive her – wherever.
‘Take up the brace position,’ the plain-clothed police officer said to Ebony as he lumbered into the driver’s seat. ‘Like on a plane. Flatten yourself so you are hard to see. Where am I driving
