NATHAN WAS NOT HAPPY, and he was sure it showed on his face as he got out of his car. He had been enjoying a peaceful evening at home with his family, an event that was all the more pleasurable for the infrequency of it, and he wasn’t pleased that it had been disturbed, especially for something as unpleasant as murder.
He wasn’t the only unhappy person, his wife was tolerant and understanding, but couldn’t completely conceal how she felt about his being called away, while his son had been vocal about having playtime with daddy cut short. Even his partner was showing his displeasure, Nathan saw as he joined Burke at the start of the drive.
“Evening, Stephen,” Nathan greeted his partner.
“I’m glad you didn’t say good,” Burke said. “I was ten minutes away from finishing Le Mans.” His frust
