“DCI Sam Tyler. Pleased to meet you. Looking forward to your talk.”
Great. Just bloody great.
Bell had come to Manchester to speak about the Sonia Baker case. He’d managed to reduce the whole sordid affair to a dry, concise forty-five minute presentation. Then he met Sam Tyler.
Tyler bore such a staggering resemblance to Cal McCaffrey that all the demons came back. Now he was in his hotel room, trying to exorcise the shameful memory of Cal’s smooth hand wrapping around his prick.
He came hard, feeling both guilty and slightly hopeful.
Perhaps Tyler was still at the bar.