CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Sam McCall drove up to the main entrance of the apartment block and parked. Climbing out of her car, she caught sight of Steel leaning against the white plaster wall of the massive tower block. He wore black jeans, a strange black shirt that had only three or four buttons and what appeared to be a clerical collar, which looked stiff against his neck apart from at the front, where there was a small gap. Over that, he wore his long, black, three-quarter-length suit jacket. It looked smart but casual, and his costume was topped off as always by those dammed sunglasses.
‘Detective,’ John Steel greeted her with a smile.
‘None, detective,’ she returned the greeting but without the smile.
‘Shall we?’ he said, opening the door for her. McCall used the other door just out of
