going, Kate?â Neville asked, with less preamble than if heâd been in his office, where he always observed courtesies, no matter how pressing the business in hand.
âIn the hands of the Path. Lab. and Nigel Crowther,â she said.
âI gather you found someone to ID the woman.â
âKateâs buttons man,â Graham put in.
âButtons?â It was clear the question was directed at Kate.
She explained about her find and about Stephen Abbottâs connection with the Lodge and with Rosemary Parsons.
âYouâve been busy.â Rod nodded his approval.
âShe always is: too busy toââ
âAnd Sarbut says he may have an ID for the guy who died in the warehouse fire,â she put in quickly. âNot that he is Sarbut, of course.â
As sheâd known he would, he ignored the dig. ââSarbut saysâ. Youâve got the lingo at least. Itâs a sort of shibboleth. Rookies tend to say, âMy sarbut tells me â¦â â quite wrong!â Rod said. He stopped short, staring at his empty hand.
At last Graham took the hint. âGaffer?â
âHalf of bitter, please.â
âKate?â
âThe same, please.â
They watched Graham push his way to the bar.
Neville leaned closer to her. âYouâre really convinced that Rosemary Parsonsâ death was unnatural, arenât you?â
âIâve been wrong before.â
âWeâve all been wrong at one time or another. And got results at other times. Like you did last December. A couple of fine pieces of work, Kate. Youâll make a good cop.â
At least the pub lighting wouldnât show how deeply she blushed, less at the words than at the tone. But she was afraid that as she bobbed her head in a smile, her dimples emerged.
Neville laughed. And then, his face quite serious, added, âWhich is why I want you on this new MIT.â
âWhat!â She gaped. Would she be pleased or horrified? No, she didnât want to leave her mates, but sheâd love to get her teeth into major cases.
âThe MIT,â he repeated. âThereâs a certain amount of opposition, of course, but I take it youâd have no objection? Personnel are very keen â after all, they want to build up your CV.â
âI was thinking about pulling out of the fast track scheme, Rod.â
âI know you were. Maybe this assignment will help convince you you shouldnât.â
âWhat about the warehouse fires?â
Graham, juggling three glasses, reappeared. âSheâs making progress with those. Which is why she shouldnât be pulled out tomorrow.â
Neville grabbed a glass hastily â his suit was too expensive for him to welcome a slosh of beer.
âTomorrow!â Kate repeated. She looked straight at Rod, ignoring the glass in Grahamâs outstretched hand. âItâs all fixed, then?â
âAll bar the shouting, as they say round here. Youâve been here long enough to understand the natives, Graham? No, you were born here, werenât you?â
âSolihull, actually,â he said, stiff at his sudden exclusion. âSo whatâs fixed?â
Kate took the glass. He didnât seem to notice.
âThat business we were discussing earlier, Graham,â Neville said, so easily Kate suspected their discussions had been rancorous. âKateâs move to my MIT.â
Grahamâs mouth was so compressed the skin around it was white. âMy comments are on the Procedure File,â he said, slamming his glass down on a table. With no more than a nod, he turned and was gone.
She turned to follow him. But Neville was shaking his head, and had stretched a lazy arm between her and the door. âHeâll be over it by the morning,â he said. âNow, come and meet the teamââ
âJust a moment, Gaffer. Iâm not clear about this. What will the MIT be looking
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