MCNAMARA LED A SHAKEN young man and a slightly shaken James into his office. The DS had been correct in his assumptions earlier. Indeed, the drive through Edinburgh at night, with the DCI at the wheel, had been a living nightmare.
The chief had taken full advantage of the empty streets. As a result, he had succeeded in breaking his own record. They would have made that drive across the town in at least twenty minutes during the day. McNamara drove them back to the headquarters in just a little over five minutes.
Everything outside had turned into a constant blur during the ride. The DS hadn’t even been able to recognise the route, which the DCI had chosen.
James glanced at the witness sideways. He doubted the lad would be able to speak any time soon. He was paper white, and his eyes ha
