“CONTROL TO DI STONE, over.”
The radio in Nathan’s pocket squawked the message just as he, Georgie, and the constable with them reached the shed so they could search it.
“Stone here, go ahead, over.”
“Traffic incident, sir. Report indicates a car was run off the road and the driver attacked, over.”
“Send DS Burke,” Nathan responded. “I’m conducting a search, and waiting to make an arrest, over.”
“I know, sir, but the officers who responded to the incident say the attacked driver is Eric Larsson. Given your investigation I thought you’d want to know, over.”
Nathan was silent for a short time, pondering the latest bit of news. He didn’t doubt for a moment that William Vine was responsible for the attack on Eric Larsson, if it was Eric Larsson who had been attacked. What he wondered abo
