CHAPTER 18
Grant didn’t sleep very well. In his dreams he was tormented by mermaids, tortured by the Spanish police chief, won a Reader’s Digest free draw competition despite having sent back the ‘no’ reply envelope, but then lost the £180,000 cheque when it was eaten by a lobster.
He left Jill sleeping, just put on his dressing gown and made for the en suite. He was busting for a pee. The house was eerily quiet. Grant liked early mornings, it was the best time to think.
His first job was to clean the pool and check the temperature. He opened the backdoor of the kitchen and walked out onto the terrace which ran the length of the rear of the house. He leaned on the ornamental iron railings which separated the terrace from the garden. On the lawn a group of young starlings were fighting o
