Page 110 of End Game

‘Nothing that can’t wait,’ said William, as he looked at the pile of thick files that occupied his in-tray.

‘Will you be home in time for dinner?’

‘I wouldn’t count on it,’ he said, now staring at the mounting number of emails in his inbox.

‘How long are you likely to be Commissioner?’ asked Beth, suppressing a laugh.

‘Five years is about the normal term,’ said William. ‘But why do you ask?’

‘Because Wilbur is asking me how much longer I’m willing to continue as the director of the Fitzmolean, and now I know the answer. Goodbye, my darling,’ she said, when she heard a knock on William’s door.

William looked up to see the Assistant Commissioner entering the room.

‘Good morning, Jack,’ said William, as the Hawkwalked across to join him.

‘Good morning, sir,’ said the Hawk. ‘I understand you wanted to see me.’