CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
“You won’t believe it, sir,” Claire rushed toward the table where the two detectives sat when McNamara waved at her.
"What won't we believe, Claire?" McNamara asked with a faint grin on his lips.
"I haven't seen the body myself," the woman explained, waving her hand widely. But, I have just seen some pictures. Steven showed them to me," she thought to mention, and then she stopped to breathe deeply.
"So?" James nudged Claire, raising his brows and waving his hand.
"The dead man is the one who visited the house of Ian Walsh yesterday morning," Claire frowned at the Sergeant, clearly not appreciating his impatience. All in all, she had patiently waited until they finished their tête-à-tête.
"That's quite... interesting," James murmured, his eyes darting to McNamara.
