Chapter Twenty-NineOnce Agnes had disappeared into the drawing room, Alan looked behind him, expecting to see his sergeant. However, Andrews wasn't anywhere in sight.
“Andrews. Where the hell are you?” Alan muttered to himself as he mounted the stairs back to the fourth floor.
He had almost reached the third floor when he found his sergeant slumped on the stairs with his head in his hands.
“What the b****y hell do you think you're doing?” Alan hissed, the moment he saw him. “I need you with me. What's the matter with you? Get yourself downstairs – we need to solve this case out before anyone else is murdered.”
“I can't do it,” Andrews wailed. “Find someone else while I sort myself out.”
“The hell I will!” the DCI yelled. “You damn well sort yourself out here and now and tell me what's
