He had been flicking through the earlier journals he had noticed on Rupert’s shelf, looking for previous references to Kinnear. So far, he had found nothing and the journals did not appear to go back to the time of the robberies, but were obviously a habit Rupert had acquired only in the last ten years of his life. A car pulling up on the gravel brought him to the window, thinking Alec and Naomi had returned. He was shocked to see Marcus. ‘Shit!’ Patrick muttered. He had left the journals and laptop downstairs in the dining room in plain view. Racing downstairs he passed the front door as Marcus rang the bell for a second time. Harry was about to open it as Patrick dashed by, grabbing his record bag from the coat pegs as he ran. ‘Patrick?’ Harry had the door open now and Marcus was coming inside. Patrick scooted into the dining room and grabbed the books and the ledger, stuffing them into his bag. Marcus stuck his head around the door to say hello just as Patrick was attempting to do the same with the laptop.
