“Kate followed a pace behind, as if he were royalty. He didn’t speak until they reached his office. There wasn’t any question about which chair to take. Kate stood. ‘Other tapes? Other tapes? There’s something going on here that a civilian receptionist knows about that you haven’t bothered to tell me?’ ‘Or DI Cope hasn’t bothered to tell you,’ Kate said quietly. ‘He was going to try to authorise the funds to have the tapes improved. As it was they were virtually inaudible.’ ‘And?’ ‘And he hasn’t... told me what the current situation is.’ One of them had to defuse the situation, even if it meant taking a risk. It had better be her. She went over to the kettle. Empty. At least there was water in the plastic bottle. ‘Tea or coffee?’ He flung over to the window: had he been a teenage girl she’d have called the movement a flounce. She could see his knuckles whitening as he gripped the sill. OK. Herbal tea: something to calm him down, even though she found it disgusting.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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