‘Yes, let’s see if he’s worth anything to us alive.’
*****
With breakfast gleefully scoffed, McCormack and Diamond returned to the office full of cholesterol and tea, whereupon they phoned the Royal Free hospital and both Hunt’s landline and mobile.
‘They won’t give out any information on Rachel Hunt to anyone but family members,’ Diamond explained, joining McCormack at his desk.
‘And Hunt’s not answering either phone.’
‘Take the morning, Neil, and go and sort it out – you’ll be no good here until you put your mind at rest.’
‘Are you sure, Sir?’
‘Yeah, take a drive to the Royal Free and flash your badge – that should do the trick.’
McCormack left without delay as heartburn made him begin to regret the humongous breakfast he had devoured. Driving to the Royal Free, he rang Hunt’s mo
