FORTY-NINE
McCall entered the cutting room doors to find Tina dancing around whilst she spoke to someone on her cell. McCall smiled and leant against the doorframe with her arms crossed as Tina laughed a false laugh and spun around like a ballerina. Tina turned, stared McCall straight into the eyes and froze.
“Oh yes, captain, yes I understand, yes sir. Well, I have got to go now. See you later.” Tina hung up and put her cell away as if nothing was wrong.
“Wow, I didn’t know you and the captain were such good friends,” McCall joked, knowing full well that was Tina’s mystery man.
“Anyway, Detective, your Mr Jones was a very interesting customer.” McCall walked over to her usual perch and hopped up on the counter.
“What do you mean, what did you find?” McCall lifted the sheet that cover
