Beryl had been here for hours and I was becoming tired, but I still wanted to know more about what had been happening in her life. For start I was curious, it was a roller coaster of a ride, but also the more she told me, the more ammunition I had for my own gain. It was clear how much Harry and Beryl doted on their daughter, and, from what I could make out, she was relatively wealthy. That was surely a double whammy! On the one hand I could use Sophie to get at her parents, and on the other, I could find a way to blackmail some of that cash out of her. The money I got from benefits and from tarot reading paid the bills and fed me, but it would be amazing to move out of the shithole I lived in to somewhere more decent. So, without resenting the cost of the alcohol, I passed Beryl a third glass of whisky, and I was ready to listen again after her latest flood of tears. “We’d been there a few hours when the night staff told us that the police wanted to talk to us.
