CHAPTER EIGHT
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MCNAMARA MIGHT HAVE been too immersed in his thoughts, or he might have wanted not to aggravate Deirdre more, but either the case, he seemed to have decided to drive prudently.
James didn’t care about his reasons. He cared that the DCI had abandoned the thought of taking off and flying over the road again.
McNamara even showed restraint in his behaviour and cursed only under his breath so that the women in the back of the car didn’t hear him.
When they entered the detectives’ room, they were met by a flurry of activity, and McNamara eyed everyone with suspicion. The feeling that someone had warned them that he was on his way upstairs nudged at him.
His people weren’t sloths. That was true. However, rarely did the detectives show so much dedication. They didn’t
