Chapter 8I have a sleepless night. I seem to only nod off for ten or fifteen minutes at a time before waking again. My mind is too active. What with the murder and the missing man, and my worries over Francis, my stress levels are rising, and I feel that things are beginning to spiral out of control. It's just fortunate that Henri and Roland are not important men, otherwise there would be officials clamouring for answers and I'd be under time pressure as well.
After much tossing and turning, I finally give up and rise at five-thirty. Ollee is very happy to see me downstairs and he runs to the front door full of excitement when I suggest a walk. He is less happy when he realises it's still dark, and he stays close to my side. For some reason, I always expect dogs to have good vision, and i
