Llewellyn seemed more composed when she came back down the stairs, in fact she looked almost relieved. “My son is going to try for the first flight out of Milan in the morning,” she said. “He wants to be here for me as soon as possible. He has always been very … concerned for me. My daughter will come as soon as she can. She’s not sure yet. She has work commitments, you know.” She sat down at the table again, picked up the teacup, then made a face. “It must be cold by now,” Evan said. “I’ll pour you a fresh one.” He had just handed her the new cup of tea when there was a tap at the door and Sergeant Waktins came in, accompanied by a slim young redhead in police uniform. “Mrs. Llewellyn, this is Police Constable Connie Jones,” Sergeant Watkins said. “So if you’d like to get some things together, she can see you safely over to the Everest Inn for the night.” Mrs. Llewellyn stood up, again with that mechanical, puppetlike quality. “Very well,” she said.
What do You think about Constable Evans 03: Evanly Choirs?
