Not only him. She was thinking of Linda, too. Every word, every action, went back to Linda. Losing a daughter. That wasn’t something you stopped thinking about.
Detectives solve crimes and mete out justice, Sant told himself. One day I’ll get justice for Linda.
Just after six he pecked his mum on the cheek and promised to call again soon. He also asked if she’d like to visit him in his ‘grim flat’. She muttered something about not wishing to be nosy. Nosy? She was never nosy!
The ordeal over, the onslaught of questions adeptly dodged, he felt better for seeing her. Tears had soaked her eyes when he’d moved out, but she knew as well as he did that it was no easy task for a fortysomething divorced father to come back and live with his parents.
Many divorced men made exactly that move – S
