NATHAN TOOK OUT HIS phone as he strode down the corridor away from the hospital room that held Eric Larsson. While he listened to it ring he reflected on the irony that he had spent the day being disturbed by Louisa’s presence at the places he went, yet now he was calling her.
“Hello, Nate.” There was surprise in Louisa’s voice when she answered the phone, and pleasure. “What’s up?”
“Nothing’s up,” Nathan reassured her. Stepping into the lift when it arrived he pressed the button for the ground floor. “I just thought you’d like to know that as far as I’m concerned, you can go ahead and write about Walker’s DNA being discovered in the car found the other day.”
Louisa’s surprise deepened. “Are you sure?” It wasn’t a big story just then, and it wouldn’t be until the reason for the murderer
