“I lost—” she started, and then with a brief glance at Adam, reconsidered. “I used to have a picture of my grandfather. He didn’t like being photographed, so there weren’t many of him, but I kept one beside my bed before – before I lived here. It’s gone now.”
Briefly, Adam’s mind left the house and journeyed somewhere into the past. To a night when someone else had told him about a picture of their grandfather they’d once cherished. At the sound of Constantine’s voice, he pushed the thought away and returned to the present.
“She was so careless,” Adam heard him say, in a manner which suggested he hadn’t taken in a word of Victoria’s opening gambit. “Irresponsible and clumsy!”
careless“We can take it somewhere,” Victoria told him, her tone obviously designed to provide some measure of so
