THE EVENING TURNED into night and they’d been speaking almost without pause for a couple of hours now.
McNamara knew that he’d made the right choice for the evening. Bryony was exactly as he remembered her. She had wit and humour and she didn’t play coy with him at all. He appreciated her openness and more important, though, she didn’t annoy him. The time passed faster than he’d have thought.
When the ring of his cell phone interrupted the flow of their conversation, McNamara scowled and muttered a curse that brought a wicked smile on his companion’s lips. The policeman noticed it and glowered at her, but then he reckoned that her reaction was the perfect response to his own.
The detective answered the phone, although he was reluctant to let the evening end. Yet, he knew his duty and wh
