MCNAMARA ENTERED THE squad room with an athletic and supple gait. His demeanour betrayed his brimming energy that morning. The previous night had left him overcharged. Now, he was ready to do a lot of things and solve his case, if everything cooperated with him.
When the detectives in the squad room noticed his bearing, they knew, without any doubt, that they were in for a long and hard ride that day. Quiet sighs followed his steps across the floor.
As soon as the DCI stepped inside the detectives’ room, his eyes fell directly on James. McNamara always had a sixth sense when it came to locating his DS. He considered James his right hand in the squad, despite the DS’s sometimes insecure attitude around him.
“James, in my office now,” he barked without breaking his stride, and immediately
