The sign on the door read: UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES SHOULD THE INTERVIEW ROOM BE USED FOR SOLICITOR/CLIENT CONSULTATIONS. Sant entered the room the worse for wear. Rather than return to his city centre apartment, he’d spent the night snoozing on the office floor, duffle coat doubling up as blanket and mattress, venomous jellyfish bobbing up and down in his dreams. He shivered as he positioned himself opposite Popescu. The solicitor sat to one side, long legs crossed, a little distant. Her arctic expression signalled that this was the last place she wanted to be.
Hardaker and Appleyard were speaking through an intercom to officers in an adjacent room controlling the recording equipment. Sant noticed how Appleyard couldn’t keep still, hands constantly reaching for the satchel slung over the b
