CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Morning came, blessed by a warm sun and a cool breeze as the city went about its business. Steel had installed himself in the chair next to McCall’s desk, waiting for her to come in. While he waited, his gaze was morbidly drawn to a tall, thin man in one of the briefing rooms that he seemed to have taken over to use as his own personal office.
. ‘Hey, Rachael, who’s the spooky guy?’ John Steel asked a young, uniformed officer as she passed by.
She gave him a friendly but mystified look.
‘I’m asking, who’s the strange, spooky guy over there?’ He pointed to the room across from where he was sitting.
‘That is our local expert, Dr Davidson,’ the woman replied. ‘He’s a guy the cap calls in when he thinks we’re in trouble. I’m not sure what he’s an expert on – apart from
