He seemed to be sleeping a lot lately. And dreaming. He opened his eyes briefly and shut them again. It was so bright. He didn’t mind the darkness. ‘To sleep, perchance to dream.’ Mullen wasn’t exactly the world’s most literary person, but the words of Shakespeare floated up from somewhere in his...
Jack had already realized Mrs Anderson was one of those women who liked nothing better than a good gossip, and the idea of being quizzed by the police anywhere near her was not one that appealed to him. How long would it take for her to ring his wife and casually mention that it had been such a s...