CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
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THEY WERE HARDLY FIVE minutes into their drive to Nightingale Street, when Jo’s phone rang. She answered to McNamara’s furious voice.
“Jo, you must make a turn North-East. There was a multiple collision here and the road is completely blocked. I’m afraid I’ll need at least ten minutes to get out of here, so I’ll catch up with you,” he said. He didn’t expect any answer but disconnected the call.
Jo put the phone back into her pocket and relayed the conversation to James who was driving.
“That was the boss. He’s pissed off. He is stuck in traffic because of an accident and told us to turn North-East. I’ll let the others know,” she said and turned on the radio in the police car.
It took them nearly twenty minutes more, but they finally managed to ge
