Jane had tried to reassure us that his service was snowed under and it might be weeks before he’d track us down, but violent death creates VIPs. Our phone was ringing when I walked in from work the next day. ‘Dr Wilde?’ The voice was irritatingly calm. ‘Lester Hardy here. ...
The first breath of autumn. The air held a new crispness. Willows and beech began to flame along the river bank, and the sky was high and delicate as blue porcelain. We needed our duvets at night, and to our joy the mosquitoes began to disappear. On Saturday morning walks the boys and I would sto...