CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
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“HAVE A SEAT, ANGUS,” McNamara invited the lad, waving his hand with impatience towards one of the chairs before his desk.
The DCI’s face was set in a deep frown. His voice didn’t sound very pleasant either.
He had been waiting for the DS’s return with Angus into his office for over fifteen minutes already, and he had lost any patience by then. As he had suspected earlier, the lad didn’t have any notion about what punctuality meant. He didn’t bother watching the time.
However, McNamara hadn’t remained idle while he waited for him to appear. David Stewart had already sent the first two post-mortem reports to his office, and the DCI had spent all that time going through them.
And yet, McNamara still had the feeling that he had wasted valuable time be
