CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
“Mike and I thought of checking the pub where our subjects prefer to spend their time and have their beer,” Jo started, looking around the table to see what people thought of their endeavour.
"So?" McNamara inquired, leaning back in his chair and tapping his fingers on the edge of the table.
"We arranged with one of the constables who work in that area to meet us, as if by chance, and give us some information on the spot about who is who, you know," she continued. “We wanted to put a name on those people’s faces,” she explained.
"How could a constable meet you there by chance?" McNamara frowned.
The Chief Inspector did not understand the specific subtleties of the speech and requested plain speaking in his ears. He never liked it when he did not understand something
