Chapter Twenty-Six
Thatcham, Berkshire
It was 2 a.m. and Don was having another restless night. Rosemary was lying peacefully beside him snoring quietly into her pillow. Don’s head was full of worries, plans, and ideas for the future. Try as he might, he just was not able to shut off the inner dialogue that seemed to run on an endless loop in his brain.
The night-time silence was shattered by the sound of the telephone ringing by the bed. Don answered it in two rings, but Rosemary hardly stirred and didn’t wake up. Don waited a second to be sure she was settled before speaking into the handset.
“Hello,” he said as quietly as he could.
“Don, is that you? It’s Dave Johnson. Is Rosemary with you?”
“Yes, of course she is. Do you know what time it is, Dave?”
“Never mind that, has she bee
