Before he’d got to breakfast, two things made Curle decide to check up on his wife that afternoon. The first was her announcement that she’d be late home.‘Thanks for letting me know,’ he said lifting his head from the pillow. He had a stiff neck from spending yet another night on the couch in his study. ‘Another meeting?’‘Don’t be silly. Betty rang and asked if I wanted to meet her after work. I’m telling you in case you fret about where I am.’‘So you want me to look after Kerr?’‘No need,’ she said. ‘He’s having a sleepover with Graeme Anderson. His mother’s collecting them both from school.’The information that he wouldn’t be on call for Kerr made up his mind. He’d be there when the shop closed and follow her to see where she went, hopefully, almost definitely, though no longer certainly, straight home.After breakfast he went into the study, switched on the computer and sat for a while staring at the single sentence he’d composed yesterday as the start of a new chapter.
