The shattered ships and drowning men were engraved forever on his consciousness. As for his parents well of course they were pleased to see him but se...med remote, separated from him by experiences unshared. In desperation, he resolved to go to London. He telephoned her from the station. ‘Beth? It’s Jack Reynolds.’ He took her silence as disapproval, could imagine her mouthing to someone ‘ what does he want?’ When she spoke it was like hearing music for the very first time. ‘ ‘Jack. Oh God!. .” Then she tried to talk through the tape, thankfully I’ve learned to interpret these kinds of things so I knew what she was saying. ‘What’s going on, why can’t I move?!’ Lizzie calmed her down again, while I was getting a drink from the soda machine, having also learned a bit about electronics, I just popped the panel out and got it to dispense a mt dew for free. “It’s going to be ok, but now that you’re in the middle of this, you can’t tell anyone what’s going on.” The confused look said it. . you have got to be shitting me,” Julias said.Jacob shrugged. “You don’t like mood lighting?”“There’s a fucking corpse, right in front of you. There’s guts in a bowl. I can smell the shit and blood and piss and drugs. Have you no respect for the dead?”“I have the utmost respect for the dead.”Triss and Jen froze. Jacob didn’t say that with a joking inflection. Jacob said that in a serious, monotone voice. He never used that voice. The two ladies looked at each other, before looking at Julias to. Being the father of a teenaged daughter himself, he understood completely the impulse that the man must have felt. A part of him cheered the removal of a person such as Buckingham from society. On the other hand, he was a homicide detective and this was a homicide, and a future high-profile one at that. He would have to pull out all of the stops in his investigation and make sure that the officers under his command did the same. There would be no look-the-other-way here. Too many people would.