Reuben swallowed hard and looked down at the two empty champagne glasses in his hands. ‘I’d better go. I’m supposed to be getting my wife another drink. She’ll send out a search party soon.’
He nodded at Duncan. ‘Nice to meet you.’
‘See you ... er, later,’ Reuben said to Lucy – he’d nearly said ‘at my next appointment.’
He fetched a glass of champagne and a mineral water for himself from the bar. He’d had his quota of alcohol for the night – he had to keep a clear mind as well as drive the MG home. How was he going to explain that to Carlene? Forget it, that’s the least of your worries. He felt in his coat pocket for the reassuring touch of his mobile phone and checked his watch. Eight-thirty. Ninety minutes to go before Bomber even arrived at the car park. It was going to be a long nig
