“Who’d you call?” Ethan waited for Richard to tell him it was none of his business. The Satnav told him to take the second exit to the upcoming roundabout. Richard had put in a postcode.
“An…agent.”
A strange hesitation on the end there. What kind of agent?
“We’re going to view a property.”
So…an estate agent? More information than Ethan expected but not exactly forthcoming. “Becaussssse?” Ethan strung out the word.
“You’ll see in the next few minutes. We’re almost there.”
Ethan followed the Satnav for several more bends until Richard beat the contraption by saying, “Left into the driveway.”
Not arguing for once, Ethan manoeuvred the car through a set of open gates and crawled along the path, not needing to go far before a white house came into view. Ethan put his foot on the brake
