Chapter Fourteen
Dinner Party
“That was a lovely cup of tea, Dot,” said Don, putting his cup back onto the saucer. “It always tastes better when it’s been brewed in a proper teapot.”
Dot Churcher smiled wistfully.
“My boys all liked their tea,” she said. “Frankie wouldn’t do a thing until he’d had at least three cups first thing in the morning.” She paused. “Are you positive there’s no message from Alan? I do miss him, you know?”
“No, sorry, Dot. I’m sure he’s okay though. You know what they say: no news is good news.”
“As long as those horrible people haven’t found him, that’s all.”
“He’s being too well taken care of for that to happen. Now, tell me truthfully, are you sure you’re happy with the alarm? Nothing you want me to go over with you before I leave?”
“No, that other police
