The door to the interview room swung open, and a man in a thousand-pound suit stood next to the custody sergeant. Toby Washington, a new nurse who had left America to work at Larksford House clinic, something his successful surgeon father was happy about, but wanted to make his own name in a different field, looked around at the man and shot the man a look of disdain. Toby knew a lawyer when he saw one; he’d seen enough of them in his dad’s business, and they all seemed to look the same – smug. As if they had more power than God.
‘I would appreciate it if you stopped questioning my man right now,’ the lawyer said. He was tall and thin, with a full head of black hair, and whitened teeth.
‘I’m assessing him if you don’t mind,’ Toby corrected the man.
‘For what?’ the lawyer asked with a se
