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The WAG and The Scoundrel (Gray Fisher #1)
by Debbie McGowan
Expected: October 2016
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Three years after the death of his civil partner, DCI Gray Fisher is finally ready to make the break from the police. For too long, he has used his work as a means of survival; now, he’s looking forward to a nice, quiet life in academia.
Investment banker Will Richards is a walking, talking contradiction. With his love of surfing and his farmhouse menagerie of rescue animals, he’s far removed from Gray’s idea of the perfect man, but that’s ‘not a problem’. Gray wants nothing more than friendship, and Will seems happy to accept that. After all, with his mum’s illness and resigning from his job, he’s got enough on his plate already.
Assuming, of course, he’s telling the truth.
When a former colleague asks for Gray’s help with a case of a bankrupt man who faked his own death, Gray is understandably reluctant to get involved…until he discovers the suspect is a director at Will’s bank.
“Glad you could make it, Will,” Gray said dryly.
“Yeah. Sorry. Trains.”
Receiving no discernible response, Will wondered what Gray was expecting. An explanation? It seemed self-explanatory. He shrugged. “You know how it is at this time of year. Leaves on the track. Go figure!”
“Hm.” Gray looked doubtfully at his companion. “I haven’t ordered yet, by the way.”
The waiter returned with the promised glass of water and menu. Will acknowledged him with a nod and a smile and took the menu from him.
“The set meal looks reasonable,” Gray suggested.
“Sure.” Will handed the menu back.
“Don’t you want to check what’s in it?” Gray asked.
“I trust you.”
The waiter confirmed their choice and left them alone again.
Will sipped his water and looked around the restaurant. “Nice here, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Gray agreed, taking the opportunity to observe him while he was otherwise engaged. There was no indication he was lying about why he was late—yet again—although he’d travelled in from home, so a delayed train was plausible.
Will finished his inspection and met Gray’s gaze with a frown. “What’s up?”
“Nothing, particularly. Although if I lived out of London, I’d add a little time to my journey, especially at this time of year.”
“Yeah. Sorry. It didn’t occur to me.”
“Or failing that, maybe a phone call to say I was running late.”
“Ah. Well. Funny story.” Will stopped talking and adjusted his position. “Well, not that funny, but I lost my phone this morning. I thought I’d dropped it while I was out with the dogs, and I’ve spent half the day retracing my steps, trying to find the damn thing. And then, would you believe, Fido found it? Monster got spooked by something, and Fido went rooting around—he’s good like that. Intuitive, you know? They’re like a proper little pack, looking out for each other. Anyway, my phone had fallen out of my pocket, into one of my wellies, and the vibrations were what had upset Monster. Bless. She’s definitely getting better, though.”
“Monster,” Gray repeated, fighting the urge to smirk in amusement. He thought it was a ridiculous name for a dog. He couldn’t recall much about the mutts from their previous conversation, but it was polite to show an interested, so he hazarded, “Is that the little one?”
“Yeah. Not the littlest, though—that’s Dotty Doris. Monster’s the collie cross.”
Gray wasn’t a great lover of pets. He didn’t really know one breed of dog from another, other than German shepherds, which he only recognised from working with the police dog teams and customs officers, and, remarkably, both his sister and brother had one. More remarkable still was the fact that Becky—his sister—and George—his brother—had never met; nor were they biologically related. George and Gray had the same father, Becky and Gray the same mother, yet both dogs were the long-haired, mostly black variety of German shepherd, and both had great temperaments. If Gray were ever to consider getting a dog, which was unlikely, he’d probably get one of those, and only one, as opposed to the five assorted hounds Will shared his home with, not to mention the cats, parakeet, chickens…
“Soup, sirs,” the waiter said. Gray and Will leaned back for the steaming bowls to be set down in front of them, thanked the waiter, and picked up their spoons, quickly discovering the chicken and sweetcorn soup was too hot.
“Doesn’t it bother you?” Gray asked in between blowing the soup and trying to slurp it without burning himself. At Will’s puzzled expression, he clarified, “Eating chicken when you keep them.”
“Oh! I don’t think about it, although I don’t usually eat meat.”
“I didn’t know.”
“Not a problem.”
“You could’ve said, instead of just going along with the set meal. It’s got beef in black bean sauce, Schezuan chicken, prawn satay…”
“Like I say, not a problem.”
That irritated Gray, and the fact that it did, irritated him all the more. After all, what difference did it make to him whether Will discarded his dietary preferences? The man didn’t seem to care about anything, like, for instance, how he was going to pay his bills, or look after his precious menagerie, now he’d given up his job. But those were practical considerations, eating meat because it was ‘not a problem’ was far more offensive, like Will was casting aside his morals rather than causing disharmony, in which case, what point was there to having morals at all? Assuming that was the reason he was vegetarian, of course, or, indeed, that he had any morals to begin with.
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