Ten miles after crossing into Oxfordshire, a fast-moving storm system snuffed out the last of the gloaming, turning it into a drizzling gloom. Headlights went on and windscreen wipers soon followed. Further conversation was sporadic and of little consequence. Andrew appeared to be content within his own thoughts and eventually dozed off for an hour, and Kingston was obliged to put aside further speculation about the rose to focus his attention on the wretched driving conditions. What normally would have been a two-hour drive took almost double that time. He dropped Andrew off, parked the TR4 in his garage, and went directly to his flat. Tired and exhausted by trying to make sense of all the untoward things that had happened in a single day, Kingston made straight for the living room, where he poured himself a well-earned nightcap of Macallan with a splash of water. Ten minutes later, checking his e-mails before turning in for the night, Reginald Payne’s name popped up again his mind.
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