Sant squeezed his disjointed nose. ‘I’ll only report the allegation if there’s evidence. If you’re not conspiring with the s*x trade, there’s nothing to worry about.’ He made to leave, then took a few paces back as Tufail started to say something. ‘Sorry, I missed that.’
‘Something needs clarifying, but you’ll find out in time.’
‘Find out what?’
Tufail shook his head. ‘It’s out of my hands. As soon as it’s cleared up, I’ll be in touch.’
‘Cleared up?’
‘I can’t say more. I wish to, but it’s a private concern.’
‘Even so, your secret’s safe with me.’
‘In time, Inspector. In time you’ll know.’
Sant tried to penetrate those baggy eyes and the glasses protecting them. Despite the riddles coming out of Tufail’s mouth, the countenance spoke of a man at ease. ‘You don’t appear fearful at all
