CHAPTER SIXTEEN
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“I BEGAN MY INVESTIGATION with his personnel file, sir,” Claire started in the same grave voice.
The policewoman brushed a stray blond lock off her face and set her coffee aside, although she had drunk only half of it. Then, she folded her hands on the edge of the desk and looked straight at McNamara with serious eyes.
“I didn’t find anything interesting in there, sir,” Claire shook her head to drive her point home. “I mean that there was nothing in the file, pointing to something that would have explained his behaviour the other night, which indeed doesn’t add up. According to his personnel file, Fergusson is one of the most serious and hardworking constables in the squad,” she mentioned, and now, her tone of voice betrayed her puzzlement. “He’s never done mis
