6 Chapter 6

“Have a seat,” Marsden told Dylan. “Do you want a beer? Or coffee?”

“I’d rather have an explanation about why you brought me here,” Dylan replied tersely.

“You’ll get it.”

Dylan spun around to see an older man coming into the room from a doorway next to the kitchen

“Please do as Mars asked.” The man pointed to the sofa.

Dylan was tempted to say, “Why should I?” but being outnumbered two to one, he sat.

The man introduced himself as Alastair Holme, Mars’ immediate superior, while he sat in one of the armchairs. “I’ll take coffee, Mars.” He looked inquiringly at Dylan.

“Coffee, please,” Dylan muttered. “And—”

“And explanation.” Alastair nodded. “All in good time.” He tapped his fingers together, studying Dylan. “You arein trouble, to put it mildly. I just heard from one of my contacts on the police force. They’ve issued a warrant for your arrest. They have probable cause to believe you murdered Thomas Samson.”

Dylan sucked in a dismayed breath. “Why?”