CHAPTER NINETEEN
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JAMES LOOKED UP WHEN the chief inspector entered the room. Graham Fraser turned his head towards the DCI with curiosity, and McEwan just stared at McNamara.
McEwan hadn’t expected to see McNamara there. If the chief inspector had wanted to conduct the interrogation, he would have done so from the beginning.
McNamara greeted them with a brief nod and took the seat next to James. His eyes searched Graham Fraser’s face and noticed his curiosity and only a slight worry.
What he didn’t notice was fear, and that told him that either the man had nothing to do with that debacle or he had nerves of steel, not like his mate. The chief inspector couldn’t discount the fact that Graham had a steelier composure.
“How far did you get with the interrogation?” McNamara shift
