CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
'If you're here to check on my progress there's nothing concrete so far,' Pete said. 'My informant has a contact who's had some dealings with the McCarthys, so I'm relying on him for information. I'm sure you appreciate that I have to tread carefully; the last thing I want is for the McCarthys to find out I've been asking questions.'
'I understand,' Eva said. But can you tread carefully a bit faster?
'If you don't mind me asking, how did you get that bruise on your face?'
She'd covered it as well as she could with make-up, but it was impossible to completely hide the blue-purple blotch on her cheek.
'Did your husband do it?'
'No.'
She knew what he was thinking. She was lying about her husband or she had a lover who was beating her up.
'I tripped over in my bedroom
