Last night after returning home, he’d reported to Duncan Waddell about the visit to his sister and to Woodbridge, and been told firmly to leave all red mercury matters to headquarters from now on. It was the bad publicity that could flow from his father’s activities which concerned the firm’s hierarchy more. Waddell had approved his plan to visit Scotland and Sam had decided on an early flight this morning, although his hopes of the ferry ticket clue leading him anywhere were slim. Rain beat against the windows. The forecast for the north was similar. The sun that had reddened Julie Jackman’s delectable shoulders yesterday afternoon had been no more than an interlude in an otherwise hellish summer. He dressed in dark cotton trousers and a sweatshirt and prepared breakfast, his mind wandering back to that open-plan living room in Woodbridge. He kept imagining a freshly showered Julie and her scrubbed-faced son digging spoons into cereal bowls. It worried him sometimes, his hankering for the domesticity of cornflake ads.
What do You think about The Lucifer Network (2002)?
