Grace squirmed uncomfortably in the chair she occupied.
“I wish you’d told me I can’t use the toilet till they’re done in the bathroom before I had that drink,” she said, a touch of annoyance in her voice. “Going to the toilet’s all I can think about now.”
“Sorry,” Nathan apologised while concealing his amusement. “I didn’t think of it till you were most of the way through the glass. Keep focusing on what we’re doing,” he said, “it’ll help to keep your mind off it. Hopefully they won’t be much longer.” He glanced over his shoulder at the passage that led to the apartment’s bathroom, where the forensics team were making as much noise as they could without being in possession of a drum kit. Despite what he had said, he suspected it was going to be more than just a while before Grace could
