TWENTY-FOUR
“Two messages left for you Sir, both asked if you’d call them back, Mr Anderson and Mr Connor. Both said you’d know what it was about,” Charlesh advises.
Alex collects a coffee and settles into his chair before lifting his phone.
“Simon, I’m returning your call. I take it you got my messages.”
“Yes, indeed, Alex and I’ve set the wheels in motion, dropping the charges on McCourt. I’ve put in a call to inform his lawyer but couldn’t get him as he’s in court, so I’ve left a voicemail. The file notes you emailed me—I’ve read through them. We may have lost McCourt, but the evidence you’ve supplied means we’ve a solid case against Williams.”
“It would be a lot more solid if we could find him. He ran back to his family home in Cardiff on Saturday, but then went AWOL yesterday. We
