The silver Volvo was warm inside and smelled of new leather. When he’d offered her a lift home at five o’clock, she hadn’t thought twice. It was doubtful that Danny Street was still hanging around, but it wasn’t a chance she wanted to take. As they made their way slowly down the High Street - the traffic was jammed up as usual - Iris glanced at William. ‘Thanks for this. I didn’t fancy walking home in the snow.’ She knew that wasn’t why he’d offered. He was trying to make amends for what had happened that morning. Or perhaps he was just worried that she might decide to quit. ‘It’s no trouble. I always come this way.’ Iris gazed out through the windscreen. The wipers made a soft swishing sound as they travelled back and forth. The motion, along with the warmth of the car, made her feel almost sleepy. She yawned as a red light brought them to a halt. ‘So how are you finding it, working at Tobias Grand & Sons?’ William frowned at his own question and then gave a short laugh.
