CHAPTER 28
I was in love with my freedom. This I had discovered with Peter Wiles. I couldn’t give up on this. In all my life I had never felt the sort of euphoria that I only felt with him. Even the problems at the university were much less of a burden. They certainly hadn’t vanished, but at least I no longer lived in the constant temptation to kill Gregor Jackman, cut him into pieces, hide him in a suitcase and send him to some unknown destination.
After a few days, rather than trying to find a way to confirm Doris’s allusions, I removed them from my mind. I didn’t ask Peter and I didn’t want to find out something through the newspapers. There could be a kernel of truth, but I didn’t care. Doris said that Peter had started as a kid, even before joining the band. I had no right to invest
