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Stone was back at the Keating house, listening to Inspector Evans explain what he and his assistant were going to do to track the ransom, when his phone rang. He was relieved to hear the sudden burst of music from his pocket, it gave him an excuse to stop pretending he understood what was being said, most of which was going straight over his head; he could only hope that his partner was following it better, though he realised that it didn’t matter whether he was, so long as the two specialists knew what they were going to be doing, and did it well enough to enable them to arrest Alice’s kidnappers.
“Stone,” he answered, keeping half an ear on Evans’ explanation, in case something was said that he needed to hear.
“Sir, it’s Detective Grey.”
“Yes, Christian, what’ve you got for me?” S
