Nathan held up his warrant card but gave the cleaner who had opened the door for him no chance to examine it. He walked straight past her and into the club.
“Is she in the office?” he asked of the barman, who was stocking the fridges behind the bar.
The barman nodded, but then said quickly, “She doesn’t want to be disturbed, though.” He started around the bar so he could intercept the inspector but wasn’t quick enough.
Nathan had no intention of being kept from seeing Eileen Hobbs. He crossed the club at a brisk pace to stride down the passage at the side of the bar. He reached the office at the end of the passage ahead of the barman and threw open the door without knocking.
He had barely stepped into the office when a hulking figure moved to place itself between him and the desk.
“Ou
