significantly. âThe work I do for Andrew is highly confidential. In the wrong hands . . .â
âThe work I do is also highly confidential, donât forget,â he returned, growing angry, âBut itâs locked away at Headquarters. You surely donât keep sensitive documents at home. That would constitute criminal negligence.â
âOf course I donât! You should know me . . .â
Her hot denial was interrupted by the shrill of the landline telephone. Max was initially tempted to ignore it, then decided the call would provide a cooling down period. Without taking his glance from Livyaâs flushed face he took up the receiver.
âCaptain Rydal.â
âYour famous guts surpassed themselves this time,â Tomâs voice said cheerily. âHow the hell did they know there was a complex case under way which you wouldnât want to miss out on?â When Max made no immediate comment, Tom added more quietly, âI guess things didnât work out in the UK . Sorry about that, but thereâs plenty for you to get your teeth into on this.â
Still studying the woman on his bed, Max murmured, âWeâre overnighting here before heading off for two weeks by car.â
A brief silence from Tom. âYour neighbour forgot to mention you had company. Drive carefully . . . and leave your mobile at home.â
â Tom ,â Max said sharply before his friend could disconnect. âTell me whatâs under way.â
âSure you want to hear?â
âYes.â
As Max listened to all Tom related his interest grew sharper and sharper, and his sense of professional responsibility overrode the irritation of his spat with Livya. No longer watching her, he threw questions at Tom to clarify certain points.
âThe wife and children havenât been sighted anywhere?â
âNot so far.â
âEvery effort is being made to track them down?â
âMaddox has instigated a search for possible bodies on-base and the normal all-points notification has gone out. I have my doubts about Keane killing them, then being topped by his wifeâs lover. What Iâve heard so far suggests he would have dished out violence to her long ago, if heâd been that type.â
âFrank Priest told you Keane had been deeply affected by whatever happened in Iraq? We need to look into that asap.â
âIâm in the process of doing that. Then I plan to speak to our old friend Captain Ben Steele, who defended Keane.â
Max grinned. âFor Godâs sake donât let him mount a private investigation again. Have you considered the possibility that Keane had got into something dodgy prior to going to Afghanistan? Owed money, had double-crossed someone, and that someone made heavy demands that Keane refused to meet when he got back here?â
Tom sounded slightly irritable when he reminded Max that the body was discovered only twelve hours ago. âIâve called a meeting at eighteen hundred when thereâll be more evidence to work on.â
Max persevered, however. âI think that theory has strong possibilities. After waiting six months, the guy wants what heâs due and gets nasty. What if it went too far; Keane wasnât meant to die?â
âHence the decision to dunk the body in the tank ten hours later, shifting the focus?â
âMmm,â mused Max. âI canât wait to solve the significance of that jellyfish.â
A chuckle greeted that. âBy the time you return from your two week touring jaunt weâll have wrapped up the case and have the answer to that for you.â
Max became aware of his companion once more, so merely nodded. âYes. Well, keep me up to speed on it, Tom.â
When he replaced the receiver, Livya got to her feet. âI donât know about you, but Iâm ready for a substantial lunch.â
âOh! Yes, a long time