Anderson looked confused, but Morgan could tell what she was considering. ‘Are you thinking about giving Miss Russell a dual role?’
Williams nodded. ‘Yes, as the team leader, she can also be the behavioural adviser and a CSI.’
Morgan nodded. ‘A team of three will certainly be more costeffective than four.’
Anderson frowned. ‘Just because it would save money doesn’t mean Russell is the right choice.’
‘What is your problem with her, John?’ Morgan asked, clearly exasperated.
‘I don’t have a problem with her. She’s clearly an excellent CSI, but she’s not on the NCA-approved list as an analyst. I believe employing her as a behavioural analyst is a massive risk and could do more harm than good.’
Williams stood her ground. ‘Behavioural advisers do not have Russell’s crime scene skills and forensic knowledge. They are generally called in by an SIO a few weeks after a murder or rape by an unknown offender and never visit a live scene. They base their analysis and conclusions on scene photographs, policeand witness statements. Russell would be there right from the beginning.’
‘Sounds like you’ve already made up your mind,’ Anderson grumbled.
‘I haven’t. I’m merely pointing out her all-round abilities. We need to discuss our notes on all the candidates before making a final decision.’
CHAPTER TWO
As she left Scotland Yard, Jessica untied her hair, shook it loose and ran her hands through it to fluff it out. She then switched her phone on and noticed a missed call and voicemail from Diane Thomas. She played it back.
‘Hi Jess, Taff and I are in Champagne Charlie’s. It’s in the arches off Villiers Street. Let us know when you’re on your way.’
Jessica had never been to Champagne Charlie’s before and was pleasantly surprised by the interior, which featured high ceilings, ornate mirrors and a classic Victorian-style bar. She spotted Diane and Taff in a booth at the far end. Diane saw her and was about to wave, but Taff, his usual gregarious self, raised his voice to get Jessica’s attention.
‘How’d the interview go?’ Diane asked as she stood up, hugged Jessica and kissed her on the cheek.
‘Hard to say. I won’t know the result until tomorrow. God, I need a drink after that. What are you two having?’
‘No, no, my round,’ said Taff.
‘A large glass of Sauvignon Blanc then, please,’ said Jessica.
‘Same,’ nodded Diane.
While Taff was at the bar, Jessica had a word with Diane. ‘I’m worried that going over the interview will just make me more anxious about the outcome.’
‘If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine by me, and I’m sure Taff will agree. But talking to friends about your thoughts and emotions might actually help relieve your anxiety.’
Taff returned with the drinks and a half of lager for himself, which he raised towards them. ‘Iechyd da,’ he said as they clinked glasses.
Jessica took her time trying to recall the interview questions and her answers. Doing so made her realise she’d answered some of the questions better than she thought.
‘Sounds to me like you did OK,’ Diane remarked.
‘That DCI Anderson sounds like an arsehole,’ Taff added.
‘Do you think he might have been playing Bad Cop just to see how you’d react?’ Diane asked.
‘It’s possible, but I think he meant every word. Commander Williams didn’t look happy with the way he spoke to me.’
‘Sounds like she was on your side?’ Diane said.
‘Williams and Morgan were charming, and their body language was positive, but Anderson had a face like a prune throughout the interview. And I’ll be up against some strong competition, where my lack of management experience might go against me.’
‘Do you know who they might pick for the behavioural adviser role?’ Taff asked.
‘Not a clue, but I’d guess it will be someone on the National Crime Agency list. I told the panel if I were selected as team leader, I’d want you both working alongside me.’