Chapter 18
Six years later. August 2013
MARIA Catalano leaned back in her sumptuous leather office chair and surveyed me.
‘So, Mr McPherson, why are you here?’
‘My wife wanted me to come. Insisted, really.’
Maria flashed me a curt smile. ‘If I had a dollar for every time I heard that from a client, I could retire. Why did she insist that you come?’
‘I’ve been a bit hard to live with lately. Snappy, irritable, some days it’s a huge effort just to get out of bed. And I’m not sleeping well. I don’t know why – maybe I’m having an early midlife crisis. I told Sarah I’m sure it will pass, but she said three months is long enough and I should see someone.’
‘Was there something that happened three months ago that may have triggered those feelings?’
‘My sister was involved in a bad accident
