The best part of an hour and a half passed before the phone on Nathan’s desk rang.
“Mrs Turnbull is here,” Nathan told Burke after hanging up the phone. “I’ll speak to her in one of the visitor rooms, if you can organise a cup of tea, and maybe some biscuits. Make them something nice, and use a proper cup, we want to make her feel comfortable, and I’m not sure a paper cup’s going to do it.”
Burke nodded and hoped he could find a proper cup since there was a shortage of them in the station. “Anything for you?” he asked as he got to his feet.
“No thanks.”
They left the office together and made their way downstairs, where they parted company, Burke to go in search of decent chinaware, and Nathan to make for reception.
“Hello, Mrs Turnbull, I’m Detective Inspector Nathan Stone,” he introd
