If I Never See You Again by Niamh O'Connor

Author:Niamh O'Connor [O'Connor, Niamh]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery
ISBN: 1848270917
Google: heQyAAAAQBAJ
Amazon: B003V4ASJ0
Goodreads: 17615640
Publisher: Penguin
Published: 2010-07-06T14:00:00+00:00

28

Dan took Jo by the elbow, turned her around and walked her straight back out of his office. In the corridor outside, he planted himself straight in front of her. ‘Where the hell have you been? Have you any idea how long I’ve been calling?’

‘Why didn’t you tell me Rory’s been mitching?’ Jo snapped.

Dan looked like he’d misheard. He’d nicked himself shaving, Jo noticed, but forgotten to remove the paper blotting the blood. She put her hands behind her back and held them there.

‘We don’t have time for this now. Don’t you realize . . .’

‘I’m his bloody mother!’

He raised his arms and headed inside, glancing behind her after a couple of seconds to make sure she didn’t disappear again.

On the other side of the door, Jeanie was touching up her make-up with a compact.

‘You missed a bit,’ Jo told her, following Dan inside.

None of the backs of the three heads facing Dan’s desk turned as Jo came into the office. There was no greeting, and none of the officers from the National Bureau of Criminal Investigation outranked her either, but the way they had joined their chairs in flank told her they all thought they did. A fourth, free chair sat at the end of their row, but Jo walked to the far side of Dan’s desk so that she was facing them, and remained standing.

The way they were continuing to make small talk amongst themselves was more than just condescending: it showed a level of contempt. Jo knew that the same superior attitude could be found in every specialist group in every police force in every part of the world – from the Feds in the States to MI5 in the UK. There was out-and-out hostility between customs officers and the gardaí working in the airports, for example. But right now, what she was finding hardest to deal with was the complete waste of her bloody time. If a showdown was imminent, it was going to mean blood on the walls, because Dan may have had the time to sip tea and nibble sandwiches, but if anyone thought they were going to take this investigation from her without a fight, they were deluded. As long as she believed she had the best chance of cracking the case, she would battle for it tooth and nail, especially now Foxy had told her that tomorrow was Doubting Thomas’s feast day. Jo had no doubt in her mind that if she didn’t find their killer before then, she’d have another body on her hands.

Beside her, Dan was trying to control his own agitation by clicking the top of a pen up and down; two seconds exactly between each press.

Jo took the sum of her opposition. She had worked with only one of the NBCI officers before – Jenny Friar – but she knew the other two by reputation. Frank Black was the most recognizable face on the force – fifty-odd, overweight, with a moustache trimmed neatly above a purple top lip.

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