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Nathan yawned mightily and took a sip of his caffeine-rich double espresso while he waited for Kevin Michaels to arrive. Next to him, Burke struggled to contain his delight at their meeting someone in a place that served decent coffee, he wasn’t doing very well at it, but Nathan ignored him and focused on his espresso.
“Inspector Stone?”
Nathan looked up at the inquiry and nodded. “Yes, that’s me,” he told the tall, rake-thin, smartly-dressed figure who had appeared at the table he was sharing with Burke. “Kevin Michaels, I take it.”
“That’s correct,” the middle-aged barrister answered with a controlled smile. “If you will excuse me for a moment, I’ll just get a drink.” Without waiting for a response, he strode away to the counter.
While Nathan watched Michaels, Burke filled in ano
