Chapter 26A very contrite Albert arrives in the office the next day. His face is chalk-white and puffy, and dark grey hollows surround his bloodshot eyes.
“I've come to apologise,” he says. He can't look any of us in the eye. “I've been a fool, a complete i***t. I was out of my head with alcohol and I know it's no excuse, but I was upset, absolutely distraught.”
We are all staring at him, but no one says a word. We get so many drunks apologising after their appalling behaviour that we're fed up hearing it.
“Gregory's death reminded me, you see,” he continues. “It took me right back to the time when I lost my parents. They were killed when their car went out of control.”
I sigh, I've heard all this before, even though the event occurred outside my jurisdiction.
“Everyone thought my Pap
