She pulled down her shirt and took a good look in the mirror, making sure it wasn’t visible. Bending over the basin, she ran the tap and washed her face, fear of failure creeping over her as it had done all day. Patting her face dry, she took a long, deep breath. ‘Testing,’ she said, keeping her voice at the level of a normal conversation, mindful of Daniels at the other end. ‘Boss, can you hear me?’ Seconds later, her phone rang. Daniels’ voice: ‘Affirmative, Lisa. Meet me in the MIR as soon as you’re ready.’ Carmichael put on her jacket. She left the women’s rest-room feeling nervous but also thrilled at the prospect of catching Stephen Freek. If only she was up to it. Andy Brown was waiting outside, lolling against the wall in the corridor, arms folded, feet crossed over one another. Carmichael blushed. It was the first time she’d seen him since he’d extricated her from Fuse and she didn’t quite know what to say to him. Daniels had been good about her fuck-up.
