Walton Warburton read over his email for the third time before clicking the send icon. He wanted to make sure the information he sent to Bradley was accurate and clear. Until his nephew visited, he had thought little about the circumstances of his sister’s death, even though she was younger than him. These things happened. Now his assessment of events after her death required a rethink.
He pushed his chair back away from his desk and forced his arthritic knee to straighten. The surgeon recommended waiting before he had a knee replacement. ‘They only last fifteen years,’ he’d said. ‘You’ll need another one before you die.’ With the stabbing pain enveloping his kneecap and the surrounding tendons and cartilage, Walton wondered how sensible the doctor’s counsel was. He paced around the room,
