Energised by a strong black coffee and a sticky bun from the coffee shop they had passed on their way out of the hospital, Nathan rang the doorbell and stepped back to wait for a response. When he got none after a minute he rang the bell again, and then a third time when another minute had passed.
It was almost five minutes before the door finally swung open to reveal Steven Irish. He stood in the doorway for a long moment, staring unhappily at the two men on his doorstep, before saying anything.
“Are you here about Graham or about my attack?” he asked finally.
“Can’t I be here for both?” Nathan asked. He saw the unhappy look on Irish’s face deepen and decided to put him out of his misery. “We’re here about the attack on you. Can we talk inside?”
Reluctantly, Irish nodded and stepped b
