25
“And? Is there any progress?” James Whitaker asked, watching in amazement as Detective Taylor kicked to the drawers of her desk in frustration.
Aubrey Taylor looked at him in exasperation. “We’re wasting our time,” she hissed.
“That good, eh?” he remarked delicately.
“That guy’s as bastard just like Philip Norman. You can stick your tongue out, but you won’t get an answer. He denies any involvement.”
James stood in front of the coffee machine but got nothing out of it. He kicked the machine, hoping that a cup would fall down and the machine would still deliver his desired portion of caffeine.
“You are also going fine, I notice.”
James laughed. “Yes, that’s how the world will end Taylor. Not with a huge bang, but gradually. Everything is slowly breaking down.”
“Thus said Nevil Sh
