James is still occupied with something on his mobile. Will’s eyes flash, the whites vivid against his dark skin. “Mr Alexanders, are you paying any attention? Do I need to confiscate that phone? Are you listening to this?”
James looks up from where he is busily tapping into his screen, scissoring in and out. “Absolutely I am listening. I heard every word. I agree with Richard, but there’s something I have to check.”
Will, legs akimbo, folds his arms. “That being what, exactly?”
James talks as he taps. “There was no opportunity before. Everything was moving too fast. Before I say any more, I want to confirm what I believe to be true.”
“Believe what to be true?”
“Commissioner, Klempner is not behind the murder of Mickey Miller. In this matter, he is… and believe me, I hesitate to use th
