Chapter ThirtyAlan pulled up outside the hotel and clambered out of his car. On his way up the stairs, he considered whether he should have called first. Perhaps she wouldn't even open the door.
However, he needn't have worried. She looked quite pleased to see him.
“Come in, Alan,” she invited and pointed towards the bottle of wine. “Want some, or are you still on duty?”
Alan nodded as he lowered himself onto the sofa. “Yes, I'm still on duty. However, I'd love to join you – but make mine a small one.”
Agnes poured him some wine and topped up her own glass, before joining him on the sofa.
There was a long silence, then they both began to speak at once.
“You first,” Agnes said. “After all, you could be called away any minute.”
Alan took a deep breath.
“Agnes, I'm really stuck on thi
