CHAPTER 11
“How’s the book going?” I ask Katya. I’ve finally got hold of her one week after the Stewart incident. Our conversation had been uneven. My side of it far too long because so much had happened since I’d talked to her last. It has taken me two hours to fill in, not helped because Katya likes to interrupt and make sure she understands everything, but after a while, I had to steer the conversation back to her if I didn’t want to come across as a total narcissist. Even if I needed her interpretation of all my events—Monday evening, for instance.
I’d been about to settle down on the sofa to a re-read of An Echo in the Blood when there was a knock on my door. I opened it to a sheepish-looking Stewart and a stunning woman I didn’t recognise.
Stewart thrust a bunch of flowers into my
