CHAPTER THIRTEEN
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“GO AND CHECK ON MRS Stevens, James. McKay won’t answer at all,” McNamara said in a harsh tone of voice.
He was afraid that something happened at the McNeill house, otherwise the constable would have answered his call. She knew better than that.
The Sergeant started to McNeil’s house without saying a word. He had hardly made a few steps that he heard McNamara stomping behind him. The CI was livid with fury.
“I’d better come with you,” he explained briefly, matching James’s stride.
James just nodded. Another time, he would have smiled. He knew why McNamara had decided to come along. But he couldn’t smile. Not now. A terrible pain had seized his heart.
He was afraid for McKay. Claire was a good girl, maybe too good for this job. His stride lengthened in his r
