“She’s beautiful,” said Tony, bending over the cot.
“Takes after her mother,” said Annabel.
“Takes after her mother,” Tony agreed.
“Oh, Tony, you shouldn’t have,” said Annabel, as Tony began unpacking the presents. “Would you give me a hand, please Jim?”
She led Jim through to the bedroom, where she could have a quiet word.
“What did he say?” Annabel asked when they were alone.
“Nothing, he just followed me home.”
“You just met?”
“I think he was waiting for me.”
“It’s strange. What does he want?”
“He thought a man in a grey coat was following him,” Jim shrugged.
“Why?”
“I thought it was the police, and he’s fallen out with Lisa, perhaps it’s that.”
“He said nothing else? Do you think he wants to stay here? He can’t stay the night; we haven’t got a bed for him.”
“He can’t stay
