CHAPTER EIGHT
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“I HOPE YOU WON’T MIND, sir, but what happened there?” James asked hesitantly.
He knew he should keep his mouth shut, but couldn’t. His curiosity had reached too high a level to rein it in.
“What do you mean?” McNamara asked absently, although he knew very well what his subordinate meant.
He was aware he’d crossed the line there, with Miss McNeil. He hadn’t been able to stop himself. Anyway, in the end, he had derived a real satisfaction from their mute duel.
“You know sir,” James insisted, although he feared McNamara’s reaction. “You talked to Miss McNeil as you usually talk to suspects, as if you had suspected her of a connection to the crimes. As far as I know, we don’t have any information like that,” he thought to mention.
“Oh, no, James, I can’t
