WHEN HE JOINED JAMES a little farther down the road from the Dean Bridge, it was already over five. The disgruntled look on McNamara’s face and the thunder in his eyes spoke about his dismay.
An entire day had passed, and they still hadn’t found anything of use. Of course, if he didn't count a vague lead concerning six men, whose description they couldn’t obtain from Deirdre, even when he had called Donna and Mackie to ask the girl about them again.
Ostensibly, Deirdre had just glanced at those men for a second or two, just in passing, and hadn’t registered any useful detail about them.
McNamara had also called Jo and asked her to question James Campbell once more. He hoped that Jo would have more luck with Campbell, although the DCI didn’t count on that very much.
Deirdre was a sensib
