CHAPTER 6 – THE BODY ISN’T MISSING ANYMORE
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MCNAMARA LEANED ON the windowsill. He crossed his arms over his chest and his eyes levelled on the coroner evenly.
David Stewart had just come into his office and didn’t seem in a good mood. McNamara’s lips twitched in an ill-concealed smile. Stewart hadn’t been in a good mood for the good part of the last twenty-five or thirty years. Maybe even as a lad he’d been the same cantankerous bloke as he was now.
The man was absently rolling a cigarette between his fingers. The D.C.I. knew he wouldn’t light it in his office, but he also knew the man regretted the old days when he could have done just that.
“Well, any news?” the detective asked and pushed off the windowsill. He crossed the floor to his desk and sat behind it.
“Some
