Chapter Twenty-Eight
The doorbell at the London flat rang. Dave’s heart rose, but only for a moment. The person at the door couldn’t possibly be Carrie. Rogue ran barking down the hall in reaction to the sound and Toodles followed more sedately, her tail up and her gait sprightly. Dave walked slowly after them. It was going to be hard to look after Carrie’s pets while they gradually realised their mistress was never coming back.
Dave turned the latch and eased the door open—he had fixed it enough to be able to close and lock it but he’d put in no more effort than that. There was no point as he would be leaving the next day. Holding the edge of the door tight to the hinges, he peered around it. Belinda was waiting outside.
He opened the door wider. “Hi. Come in.”
Belinda gave him a symp
