15: Friday: You'd Be Surprised
CALLAGHAN slowed the car down to thirty as he ran into the narrow road that branched off the Falleton-London road, towards Southing. He felt about in his overcoat pocket for a cigarette and his lighter. He lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply.
The car was running sweetly. He listened with appreciation to the steady hum of the engine which, at that moment, missed and sputtered as an air bubble in the petrol caused a temporary lock in the feed. He grinned. Life was like that— a more or less steady hum until something turned up like the Riverton case and then the fireworks started.
But it had been a nice week.... He reviewed the days one by one and, at the end, recollected that there was still going to be a little trouble with Juanita.
A little trouble! He s
