Jenny’s Audi was gleaming in the pub car park, but she was sitting alone and nursing a glass of Pepsi. “Mum rang to say she got called in to provide an emergency statement for court,” she babbled as she stood up to hug Eli. “She’s going to be a little bit late—I think she’s finally left Derby, though.”
“Derby?” Rob echoed.
“Mum works for Derbyshire Police, not South Yorkshire,” Eli explained. “Um—”
“I’ll get a round in,” Rob grunted, and sloped off towards the bar.
Jenny’s eyes followed him briefly, then she turned them on Eli.
“He looks…”
“He’s a bit fed up,” Eli admitted, sinking into his chair. “I didn’t exactly approach the subject of coming to lunch in the best way and he’s a bit sick of trying. And I can’t blame him,” he added pointedly.
“Well you can’t blame us for being wary
