“I do think I can trust you,” he said. “That still leaves the question of whether you might be able to trust me.” The words landed in silence. Not uncomfortable, more a quivering awareness that he’d taken a step forward. A moment of recalibration. Wildsmith’s eyes didn’t leave his face. “We could put that to the test too, Detective Sergeant. If you wanted. Though if you’d prefer gin and toast—” “What test do you have in mind?” Wildsmith took a deep breath. “I could make an indecent approach and see if you arrest me?”
