Marcella stopped next to the angry-looking cop and cleared her throat lightly. At least he was good-looking in a bad-boy kind of way. She had her phone out, shooting off an email and pretending like she had no interest in Gisborne, putting out a snooty and slightly bored demeanour.
"You're Gisborne, right?" she said, barely glancing at him. "Yeah, Mr Haveland won't be able to make it tonight."