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I got home late after my session with Kimberley. Not desperately late, but more so than usual.
Sandra was already prowling round the kitchen. I gave her a peck on the cheek.
“Sorry about the time, Love,” I said. “I had to file an urgent story, and it took longer than expected.”
“That’s all right,” she replied. “I know it’s all in a good cause.”
She was referring to the fact that I was determined to do as much as I could to bring Brian’s killer to justice. Which I was, as long as I didn’t incriminate myself in the process.
It amazed me in some ways that Sandra didn’t suspect me of having an affair, or subject me to an inquisition of some kind. She’d had an affair herself. Didn’t she recognise the signs?
Apparently not.
Perhaps she thought me too loyal to embark on one, which I wa
