He reached the house and stole a quick look at the window where he thought he had seen the face before. The window was empty except for a little condensation on the bottom half, trickles of water running through it. That must have been all it was. Sam turned his key in the front door and stepped ...
He leant back in his faux-leather chair, put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes with a smile. It had been a good day. He had made only the briefest of appearances at the Old Bailey, his client giving a plea of guilty at just the right moment to get credit from the judge and for Adrian ...