Chapter 9
Sue woke with a start. It took a few seconds for her to realise where she was.
“Morning. Coffee?”
“Thanks.”
The damp, humid air was thick with strange smells, all alien to Sue. After eating they loaded up the canoe with their things and themselves and set off upstream once again. The water lapped gently at the side of the canoe, and the slow, rhythmic beat from the motor was quite relaxing. But Sue had a story to get, and now that some sort of ground rules had been established things should go much smoother.
“So, you were going to tell me about your grandfathers.”
“Yes, I was. Well, it was a strange set of events that came together to cause the double killing. It was when we lived in Berlin. Mum had got a flat in Potsdamers Strasse, and was working for the British Army as a
