Harrigan turned back to face me, "Jake, I want you listen to me very carefully. I don't want to hear another word about my superiors. You got that?"
I nodded. I wasn't going to push it any further. Besides, I'd already planted the seed in Harrigan's mind. I just had to wait for it to take root and start growing.
"Debra Snow's brother Horace Busby called me earlier. I guess he'd been told about his sister's death."
"You going to see him?" Harrigan asked, clearly still miffed.
"Yeah, if there's a chance he thought of something that might be useful."
Neville Hunt 10 months ago
Go carefully, Jake... Busby’s likely to be mad as a hatter.
Thanks for today’s Jakettes, Christopher. Breakfast is well up to scratch!
Christopher 10 months ago
You're very welcome. I've got to get cracking, though. I'm getting close to having everything posted that I've written so far. I think I'm going to have to do a marathon writing session tonight!
Neville Hunt 10 months ago
Yippee! Can’t wait to read!😁