She screwed up her eyes and stared across the street. 'Hell's blood, is that Tom waiting in his truck?' He followed her gaze. 'Looks like it. Shame. I quite liked it when he wasn't speaking to you.' His tone of voice told her that he wasn't entirely joking. They listened to the hiss of the rain, the warmth generated by the heaters quickly seeping away. The rain increased, until the hiss became a grumble. Grudgingly, Adam offered, 'I can stay out of earshot while you talk to him.' The inference being that he intended to remain within eyesight. Judith unfastened the seat belt and let it slither over her shoulder. 'Let's make a run for the door. If he spots us, I suppose we'll have to let him in.' 'Run quickly, then.' But he did spot them. By the time Judith had jiggled the key in the lock and Adam had hit the door to make it open, Tom was on the garden path behind them, huddled against the sting of the rain. Switching on the hall light and hanging her wet coat over the newel post, Judith faced Tom in the hall while Adam went down the passage to the kitchen, discreet but not out of sight.
