MICHAEL GLANCED AT the electronic device next to him. He smiled evilly as he tracked G’s movements.
Humans are so predictable. Here’s G, a police officer, willing to contravene forensics and crime-fighting protocol to save his wife.
He checked the time. Less than an hour before the deadline.
Leah drove single-mindedly, not breathing a word. As she merged into heavy traffic on the main road, she set the iPod next to the phone then pressed play as G had instructed her.
Michael heard G’s frustrated yelling: ‘Come on, get out of my way!’
He leant back on his executive swivel chair, put his feet up on his desk to enjoy his nemesis’ anxiety. G’s swearing was music to his ears.
‘Come on, bloody hell, move it.’
Leah got into the spirit of the deception and thumped her steering wheel for eff
