CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
As various crew members recounted the leads they’d focused on yesterday and what they would pursue today, Howell edged up beside Franklin. When a smartarse at the back of the room commented and another detective bit back, Howell hissed under his breath, ‘You managing?’
‘Sure.’ Too curt, so he said, ‘Ta.’
‘Did you talk to the boss?’
‘Yep.’ Franklin had tried to apologise to Si Waldo for walking out yesterday. Maybe not hard enough.
‘Listen up.’ Waldo regained control of the briefing. ‘Ram and Darma have an update from AES. Ram?’
‘Thanks, Si.’ Ram Bruner stood front-and-centre of the room. Legs spread, chest expanded, sunnies on top of his bald dome.
He said, ‘Here’s what you need to know.’
Franklin groaned softly. Howell nudged him.
Bruner recapped for the dete
