“The thick mist had erased the colors and frozen movement so that the view was more like a blurred black-and-white picture of the town. The silence was broken by a tapping noise. Harry eventually realized it was McCormack’s fingernails drumming on the teeth in his upper jaw. “So Kensington knew Otto Rechtnagel. And you were aware of that all along.” Harry shrugged. “I know I should have said before, sir. But I didn’t feel—” “—it was your business to say who Andrew Kensington knew or ...didn’t know. Fair enough. But now Kensington’s done a runner, no one knows where he is and you suspect mischief?” Harry nodded confirmation to his back. McCormack watched him in the window reflection. Then he swiveled round in a semi-pirouette to stand face-to-face with Harry. “You seem a bit …” he completed the pirouette and had his back to him again, “… restless, Holy.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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