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Burke was already at the Keating house when Stone got there. They had split up after briefing their team at the station and assigning duties; Burke had returned to Griffin Games to collect a list of personnel dismissed from the company within the past two years, while Stone had gone home to let his wife know he would be working overnight, and to collect a change of clothes.
Stone found his partner in the kitchen. “I see you’re making the most of the situation, Stephen,” he remarked, nodding at the plate of chicken, covered in a sauce of some kind, new potatoes, peas, carrots and cauliflower.
“I have a plate for you as well, inspector, if you’re hungry,” Mrs Wembley said, getting to her feet. “And there’s fresh coffee in the pot.”
That was music to Stone’s ears. “Thanks.” He poured h
