NINE
“Come on in, Alex. It’s not often I see you here,” Duffie says.
“All these years I’ve been in this job, I’ve never become comfortable with death and hopefully I never will. I’ve seen enough dead bodies, too many, truth be told, and I can just about handle it. I’ve desensitised myself enough to be able to work. That’s one thing, but watching you carve up the remains takes it to a different level.”
“In which case what the hell are you doing here; why not send one of your staff? I’ve got quite enough to do without having to act as a nursemaid, too.”
“There’s something about this case which doesn’t add up for me. I’m not sure what it is, but I felt I should be here for when you started. I won’t be able to stay long, as I need to go back to interview McCourt. However, don’t worry. Thro
