Carlene arrived home from the Bookfest with an armful of books. ‘Of course I had to buy some, they were so cheap.’
She put them in a pile on the table. The top one was a shabby paperback called Meditation and Your Guardian Angels. She gave him a playful punch at the expression on his face. ‘There’s a couple of Harlan Coben books you might like.’
‘I’m giving up crime, remember?’
She giggled and flopped onto the couch. ‘What did you do this afternoon?’
‘I went to the Services Club with Wayne.’
She raised her eyebrows. ‘Really?’
‘He called around and insisted I go. He flogged me at snooker and gave me the third degree about my s****l preferences.’
He’d wondered if she’d known beforehand, if she and Jo between them had persuaded Wayne to talk to him. Though why they would think he’d con
