“Well, I won’t tell the sergeant if you won’t,” he winked. “But a cup of tea would be lovely after all that rain.”
Sylvia re-filled the kettle and took out some cups and saucers from the cupboard above the counter.
“Are you here alone?”
The question made Sylvia jump. There was a certain directness to it which she was not expecting, and for a moment she felt an all too familiar tingle rush up her spine.
She turned to the officer, trying to smile through her sudden trepidation.
But the moment she saw the relaxed and friendly face peering back at her, Sylvia immediately calmed down.
It was obvious that the constable was merely making small talk in the way most police officers did.
The ones she had seen on the television never seemed to be able to say anything without making it sound li
