Chapter 15Fever
Ian Grubb, manager of the Golden Oaks, looked up as Ross and Drake entered his office. Grubb, only thirty-three but looking at least ten years older, had the appearance of a ghost, his skin a pallid white, his body still shaking from the multiple times he'd vomited since finding the body of Sal Romero. The man was overweight by at least two stones, giving him the appearance of a weeble, Ross thought. Push him and he might wobble, but he wouldn't fall down. Sitting opposite the manager, notebook in hand was Detective Constable Lee. Ross saw what P.C. Mackie had meant when he said Lee looked more Chinese than the manager. Lee's ancestry was plain to see, and he respectfully stood up as the two detectives entered the room.
“P.C. Lee I presume?” Ross said, smiling at the cons
