called Terry, peering around the corner of the hallway. Seeing no-one she cautiously made her way down it. It had been twenty four hours since Lyle had had his outburst. She had been surprised to find the entire mansion intact. On one occasion in the past when he’d lost his temper Lyle had demolished almost half of it. It had cost over two million pound and eight months to fix. Terry trod lightly – which was difficult to do when she was suited and booted weighing in at over four hundred pounds. Reaching the next corner, she peered round – no-one in sight. “You can stop tip toeing around.” A voice said from behind her. Terry jumped. “Jesus.” She swore, getting the fright of her life. She had not heard nor smelled Lyle’s approach. He made no apology for startling her. He simply stared at her with those hard, cold eyes of his. The expression reminded Terry of her father. “Have you calmed down?” There was no point being tactful when the person you were stalking catches you red handed.
