town to Tony's house, a turn-of-the-century brick- built semi in a quiet street a couple of tram stops away from the university. Carol pulled up outside. The car's slow glide to immobility did nothing to disturb Tony, whose breathing had become audible.
Carol undid her seat belt and leaned over to shake him gently. Tony's head came up in a startled gesture, his eyes wide and frantic. He stared uncomprehendingly at Carol. "It's all right," she said.
"You're home. You fell asleep."
Tony rubbed his eyes with his fists, muttering something unintelligible. He looked blearily at Carol and gave a sleepy, lopsided smile.
"Thanks for bringing me home."
"No problem," Carol said, still twisted round in her seat, fiercely aware of his closeness.
"I'll give you a ring this afternoon, we can fix up a time to meet tomorrow."
Tony, awake now, felt claustrophobic.
"Thanks again," he said, retreating hastily, opening the car door and almost tumbling on to the pavement, thanks to the combination of haste and sleepiness.
"I can't believe I wanted him to kiss me," Carol said to herself as she watched Tony open his gate and walk up the short path.
"Dear God, what is happening to me? First I treat Don like a mother hen, then I start fancying the expert witnesses." She saw the front door open, stuffed a cassette in the stereo and drove off.
"What I need," she told Elvis Costello, 'is a holiday. "
"You tease, and you flirt, and you shine all the buttons on your green shirt," he sang back.
"Last night, we were practically sticking the champagne on ice. Now you're telling me you want to let McConnell go?" Cross shook his head in a gesture of exasperation so ancient it probably appeared on a Greek vase.
"What's happened to change everything? Come up with a cast-iron alibi, has he? Out on the razz with Prince Edward and his bodyguards, was he?"
"I'm not saying let him go this minute. We need to question him closely about his associates, check if he introduced anyone to both Gareth Finnegan and Adam Scott. And after that, we have to let him walk. There's no real evidence, Torn," Brandon said wearily. Lack of sleep had transformed his face into a grey mask that wouldn't have looked out of place in a Hammer Horror film. Cross, on the other hand, looked and sounded as fresh as a toddler who's just had a nap.
"He was in the Queen of Hearts that night. For all we know, he had Dan-lien Connolly's body in the boot of his car, just waiting for closing time. It's got to be grounds for searching his gaff."
"As soon as we've got enough evidence to get a search warrant, we'll do it," Brandon said, reluctant to admit that he'd already taken that unorthodox step. Earlier, he'd asked Sergeant Claire Bonner to check all Damien Connolly's arrests and traffic tickets, supposedly on the off chance of a connection to McConnell, but so far, she hadn't unearthed the crucial information that he knew was lurking there.
"I suppose this is all down to Boy Wonder," Cross said bitterly.
"I suppose the shrink says McConnell's childhood wasn't unhappy enough. "
Carol bit her tongue. It was bad enough being the fly on the wall in this clash of the titans without reminding either of her bosses she was witnessing their conflict.
Brandon frowned.
Chapter 14
"I have consulted with Dr Hill, and yes, he does feel that on the basis of what we've got so far, McConnell probably isn't our man. But that's not the main reason why I think we should let him loose. The lack of evidence is a hell of a lot more important to me."
"Arid to me- That's why we need time to collect some more. We need to interview these poofters he was drinking with on Monday night, to see what kind of state he was in. And we need to take a look at what McConnell's got under his mattress," Cross said forcefully.
"We've had him in custody for less than twelve hours, sir. We're entitled to keep him till gone midnight. Then we can charge him with the assault for now, and ask the magistrates for a lie-down in police custody, which gives us another three days. That's all I'm asking for. I'll have nailed him by then. ;< n't s^y no to that, sir..
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