The test of character is how one chooses to respond to the challenge…Downstairs Oakesy was watching the news and Angeline was in bed, the door to her room closed tight. I was in the front bedroom, sitting on the damp, lumpy bed with Oakesy’s laptop open on my knees, tapping at the keys. The curtains were open with the orange streetlight coming through and falling on the computer screen. The police car was still out there—I’d checked, and a man was sitting in the dark watching us. According to Danso, we didn’t really need him: he was just there to make us feel secure.Today I find myself in just such a position [I wrote]. Today I have been presented with a riddle, an opportunity. And the challenge is—do I attempt to solve the riddle myself, or do I pass it to someone I trust, someone whose professionalism and skill is better suited to deal with it than mine? Someone who will benefit enormously from involvement in this fascinating, high-profile case…I’d titled the email ‘Unusual Spinal Abnormality.
