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fine,’ he said. ‘Get home to your husband before he thinks we’re having an affair.’
    This made Linda laugh out loud.
    ‘I think Joe would be pleased to palm me off on someone else after all these years,’ she said with a smile; then she looked concerned once more. ‘Try not to stay too late.’
    Jason looked up at her, flashing those big brown eyes of his that she was sure would melt the heart of any girl he ever tried to charm.
    ‘I won’t,’ he said. ‘I just want to finish this up and then I’ll go home. I promise.’
    She looked at him, she didn’t believe him for a second. Twice that week she had found him asleep at his desk when she had opened up in the morning. However, she knew that there was no arguing with him when he was working on one of his quests. She bid him goodnight and left. Jason looked at his watch. Pearce was bound to be leaving the station soon. This was his chance to ask a few question.
     
    Pearce left the police station, looking as sour as he always did. He headed towards his car, but Jason was waiting for him and approached before he reached it.
    ‘Any chance of an interview D.C.I. Pearce?’ he said, making the policeman look around. His face fell even further south when he saw Jason stood behind him. The loathing in his eyes was barely concealed.
    ‘We’re not making a statement to the press today Flynn,’ Pearce said and then turned back towards his car. Jason stepped around him, pulling the dictaphone from his pocket and sticking it in Pearce’s face. He knew that the dictaphone was unnecessary, but he did enjoy aggravating Pearce.
    ‘So you have nothing to say about this missing person case? You’re not considering this to be foul play?’ Jason asked.
    ‘No, Flynn,’ Pearce said trying to carry on walking. ‘We’re not. In fact, Mr Morgan hasn’t been gone for twenty-four hours, so we can’t even treat it as a missing persons case yet. The only reason we’re investigating it at all is because two officers found his car at the side of the road.’
    ‘Let’s talk about the car. I heard it was damaged, is that true?’ Jason said, walking backwards to keep the dictaphone right in Pearce’s face.
    ‘Yes, there’s the possibility that it was involved in a collision, but we have no proof of that as yet.’ Pearce said, his mouth tense as he became more annoyed with Jason.
    Jason laughed.
    ‘My source said it looked more like the car had been caved in with a sledgehammer,’ Jason said; then he smiled knowingly at the detective. ‘Come on, Jon, you can tell me.’
    Jason stopped as his back hit Pearce’s car. The detective pushed the reporter to one side.
    ‘I’m not at liberty to discuss it,’ he said as he placed his briefcase on his backseat. Jason pushed the dictaphone under his nose again as Pearce made for the driver’s door.
    ‘Fifth mysterious disappearance this year,’ Jason said. ‘Doesn’t that strike you as strange, Inspector?’
    Pearce swept the dictaphone away from his face, his eyes full of anger. He opened the car door, but then turned back to face Jason.
    ‘Look, Flynn,’ he said, his anger now evident in his voice. ‘I don’t have time for this. I’m not at liberty to discuss this case, or any other with you. Do you understand?’
    Jason switched off the dictaphone and returned it to the pocket of his overcoat.
    ‘Perfectly,’ he said.
    ‘Good,’ Pearce replied. ‘I keep wondering to myself why you still use the name Flynn? I mean your mother went back to her maiden name years ago.’ Pearce smiled when he saw that the comment had been barbed enough to cut Flynn.
    ‘Flynn was my father’s name,’ Jason said coolly. ‘Surely you, of all people, remember him.’
    Pearce nodded.
    ‘It was a shame what happened, but he was a bad apple. I’m still convinced of that.’
    The detective got in his car and Jason started to walk away, kicking himself for not challenging Pearce more. He knew firsthand what a violent temper the