TWENTY-FOUR
A WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
Despite the early hour, I poured Kate a large gin and tonic and myself an exceptionally large Napoleon brandy. Recent events certainly justified the large measures. The two of us sat, quietly stunned, in front of the unlit log fire in my sitting room. The lack of warmth and absence of the fire’s comforting glow added to the all-pervading chill that had crept into my home as we attempted to make sense of what had just taken place. Forbes continued to sleep deeply on the sofa. I’d assured Kate that the large injection of sedative I’d given him would keep him out for hours.
“I have to admit, I’m bloody scared, Kate,” I said as I drained my glass and quickly poured myself another.
“You wouldn’t be human if you weren’t,” Kate acknowledged. “I’m pretty sha
