Thirty-Two
Harry was bringing his timesheet up to date when his smartphone started vibrating in his pocket.
‘Hello, Detective,’ said Jessika. ‘Got five minutes?’
‘Got forever for you, Miss Walsh.’
Lisa looked up from her computer at the sound of the smile in Harry’s voice.
‘Dad asked me to call. He wants to set up a meeting with your inspector. Can you arrange that?’
Harry looked across the office to where Carl was in conversation with Charlie Head in front of the wall map he’d filled with colored pins. ‘When does he want to meet?’
‘Can you arrange something today? Say this afternoon. Dad said he’d come to your office.’
‘I suppose. What do you want me to tell Inspector West?’
‘Can’t discuss that on the phone, Harry. You never know who could be listening.’
‘Give me a minute.’
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