42
‘So, do you know when filming will start?’ Nick asked, sipping the latte he had ordered from the bar. Slim had ordered a pint, and was struggling with the urge to smash it, glass and all, into Nick’s face.
You have no proof, he reminded himself. Even with the coincidence, it’s all just a hunch unless you get a confession. Out loud, he said, ‘By the end of the month. I just wanted to meet you in person again to let you know that your interview will be a pivotal part.’
Nick grinned. ‘That sounds grand.’
‘I just need to clarify some information.’
‘Sure, shoot away.’
‘You were Celia Birch’s homeroom teacher in Liskeard Secondary during her GCSE exam year in 1993?’
Nick nodded. Slim noticed him looking over Slim’s shoulder, as though something outside the window were more interesting.
