Chapter 18Angela woke and glanced at the clock on her bedside cabinet. The luminous yellow, digital display read six-nineteen. The alarm was set for six-thirty, but she always seemed to wake before it rang out. Angela reached for the button to switch it off, so it didn't disturb Bobby. Then she remembered it was Sunday. With relief, she rested her head back down on her pillow and pulled the duvet up to her chin. Sunday, glorious Sunday, and she had the day off. Frank had said there was nothing she personally had to work on that wouldn't keep until Monday.
At six thirty-five she heard the creaking sounds of the radiators heating up as hot water flowed through the pipes, causing them to expand. Normally, by this time, she would be under the shower, but not today. Angela shut her eyes and tr
