‘Edith,’ George placed his hands on his hips and levelled his gaze at the woman. ‘This is a poor excuse for a joke, the woman here was suspect in our case.’
‘Is that all?’ Edith moved to her feet, her actions deliberate and languid. ‘From my view, you did very little to read her rights,’ she gestured to the side door.
Sure his heart had sunk to his boots, George cursed himself again. He always checked the other room, always. He’d been so flustered at arresting Liliana that all his usual precautions had been forgotten. Now Edith had been privy to the personal, intimate and confidential discussion between them.
‘Did she say anything to you? Did you try and stop her?’ but his attention was already elsewhere. Where had Lilia gone?
‘You know me darling, I don’t like to get involved in yo
