Built as a first-class waiting room for Victorian passengers at Newcastle Central Station, the Grade I property was once used as cells by British Transport Police, much of its interior design covered up by unsympathetic decoration. As someone once said, it was tantamount to slapping a fresh coat of paint over Leonardo da Vinci’s Mona Lisa. Fortunately, the building had since been restored to its former glory.Newman entered first, Ryan close behind.The idea of bringing someone else into the mix was less palatable now than when first proposed, Ryan thought, as he approached the long bar. But Jack’s death had changed everything. Considering Northumbria’s Murder Investigation Team weren’t yet treating it as homicide, what other choice was there but to work under the radar and resurrect a murder room so he could investigate the matter himself? Still, he felt his nerve going slightly as he scanned the tables, unable to ID anyone who might be waiting for them.His agreement to meet with Newman’s wires man now felt like a bad move.
