Chapter Twenty Four
Joe put his golf clubs away under the stairs and headed up to the bedroom, intent on showering. There had been no answer when he called out from the front door.
He found Caroline sitting on the bed flicking furiously through a magazine. He could tell she was furious because she almost tore each page in half in her haste and it was obvious that she was turning the pages too fast to scan the content anyway.
“Hello love,” he tried tentatively. He hoped her mood was something simple like poor customer service from a utility company’s telephone centre, as opposed to anything Harry and Lizzy related which might require consideration or sympathy. He’d had a very bad game and he just wanted to eat, have a drink and sit in front of a mindless television programme. Sadly, his
