CHAPTER THIRTEEN
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IT WAS ALREADY PAST seven o’clock in the evening when McNamara finally parked his car in front of Bryony’s house. He noticed the move in Mrs Stevens’ window immediately. The old woman had pulled the curtain slightly aside to peek at him.
It wasn’t anything new to him. It seemed that the old woman still needed to take a look at him whenever he came to visit Bryony. Yet, that habit of hers drove him mad every single time.
The man’s eyes thundered. He glowered, and his face darkened. He rushed his steps towards Bryony’s door because he never felt like exchanging any kind of words with that harpy. McNamara doubted he could have found anything nice to say to her.
However, especially that evening, he didn’t think that he had any patience left to talk to her. Tru
