CHAPTER THREE
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MCNAMARA KNOCKED ON the car window, and James immediately came out of the car, leaving the young man, he had been babysitting for the last hour, in the company of his bleak mood.
James usually had a lot of patience in store, and yet, he started losing it during the last fifteen minutes. The man was continuously whimpering and sniffling, and James had already exhausted his reserve of platitudes.
“James,” McNamara greeted him in a grave voice.
“Sir,” replied James, closing the car door behind him so that the man inside didn’t hear them.
He looked up at McNamara and noticed the lack of sleep on the DCI’s face at once and cringed. McNamara's attitude went beyond difficult if he was exhausted.
“I’m happy you’re here, sir,” he felt compelled to mention, alt
