CHAPTER NINE
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MCNAMARA WAITED FOR MacKay and Deirdre, drumming his fingers impatiently on the top of the desk. His expression had hardened, and a muscle in his jaw twitched. He was thinking of the implications of what he had learnt so far, and he didn’t like any of that.
The conclusion of the case seemed further and further away. The DCI had gathered only more questions but hadn’t obtained any answers to help him solve that riddle.
They didn’t have any clear line of investigation. McNamara hoped that at least, Deirdre would give them a hint.
A knock at the door startled him, and he barked, “Enter.”
When Deirdre and Claire MacKay entered, the chief inspector changed his demeanour completely. He leaned back, and his face didn’t show any expression. He pushed his worries to the
