As I got into the car my mobile phone beeped. Lindsay had replied to my text message. 'What about Hugh's birthday dinner??? We're at The Blue Duck.'
Shit. Lindsay had reminded me at breakfast, but it had slipped my mind after the events of the day. I wasn't in the mood for being social, especially with Hugh and his cronies. Could I make an excuse, a sudden illness?
But on second thoughts, going to the dinner would be a good opportunity to confirm Hugh and Lindsay's affair once and for all. From my observations it was impossible for two people in an illicit relationship to be in each other's presence and not give away some clue, no matter how subtle.
It was close to 9 p.m. by the time I arrived at The Blue Duck, an upmarket restaurant in Southbank in a lane crammed with restaurants and b
