They were in his office, Alan was smoking his third Castella of the day and Tony was pacing. That was it. ‘Tony, you’re wearing out the carpet.’ Tony barely changed the tempo of his pacing. ‘My mother wants to get rid of the chicken hutch.’ Alan Taylor burst out laughing. ‘Is that why you’re paci...
‘Hey! You!’ Jane Gale had started picking on her only days after she’d first started work in the hospital sewing room. When the first jab had occurred she’d smiled weakly and took it as a joke. ‘That hurt,’ she’d said, but had kept her smile as she said it. To turn the other cheek was the wrong t...
Michael had made a formal appearance in court. Bail had been refused. Jacob was looking sombre. Outside the courtroom, he took hold of her shoulders and outlined his views on the matter. ‘I won’t tell you not to worry. You’re an intelligent woman. You know how things stand. All I can tell you is ...