O’Brien sat patiently at the table in the middle of the empty room, waiting. Minutes ticked by slowly as the ticking of the clock on the wall echoes within the interior of the bare interview room. Helen, Frank, Ken and Chief Inspector RegMaken stood watching him from behind a double-sided mirror in the adjacent viewing room. They had all been studying the offender for any signs of restlessness, but were bitterly disappointed. Reg scratched his chin thoughtfully. He didn’t want to stuff up this investigation, yet he knew the impact it might have on the life of Ally’s sting. He turned to his detectives.
‘How do you intend to play this out?’ he queried.
‘We play our bluff,’ Frank replied with a shrug. ‘Make him think it’s in connection with the OD we’ve been looking into.’
‘Sound goods,’
