“He"s in custody, Harry. It"s over…all of it.”
“I only wish it was, David. There"s the small matter of a killer still at large, plus I think Judith here is about to add to your many troubles.” There were six hours to go before the two black state carriages pulled by two teams of four matching black horses arrived for the caskets, and what remained of the immediate Paterson family led the way to St Michael"s and All Angels to attend the obsequies.
“Has he said anything?” I asked, praying that he had, but knowing that it wouldn"t be that simple. “I was only told ten minutes ago, but don"t worry, he will,” David replied, confidently. Although one part of me shared that confidence, another part, the rational side, wondered if all would be revealed.
“You should be looking happier than you ar
