CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Denise Zachary’s colleague made a show of checking her watch, highlighting that they were ten minutes late, five of those thanks to Franklin’s meltdown in the toilet. Must be nice to work in a world where everything went to plan and to the clock.
He winced. That was unfair. Denise was paying the price for a day that had gone to hell. And it was on them to find out why.
The nurse fiddled with her watchband, wearing a glazed expression. Grappling with what had happened, he realised. Her fidgeting with the watch was unconscious.
Howell leaned forward in his chair, dangling his hands between his spread knees. Franklin sensed his partner would kick off the questions. Suited him.
‘We’re obviously interested in Denise’s relationship with the Murrays.’ Howell let his state
