Chapter Twenty-TwoTrevor parked his car behind the precinct, retrieved the Harrell case file from the seat beside him, and climbed out of the vehicle. The sun warmed his face as he hurried across the macadam. Too lovely a day to be stuck inside, but duty called.
“Sir!” Phillips waved as he exited the building. “I’m going to get some lunch. May I pick up something for you?”
“No, I’ve already eaten.”
“Miss Brown telephoned. Said she had an interesting tidbit, but she wanted to speak with you directly.”
“Where was she?”
“She didn’t say, but I believe she could have been at the Broadcasting House. There were a lot of voices in the background. When I told her we expected you later today, she indicated she would call back.”
Trevor rubbed the back of his neck. “Unfortunate that she chose no
