Chapter 22
Matt watched Penny walk into the party wearing her best blue dress. She was also wearing her sad face, the one that always got her sympathy. Not this time. She’d probably already spoken to Fraser. Perhaps they talked every day? Penny turned this way and that through the crowd, past benches groaning with drinks and snacks, past the trestle-table bar, seeking him out. Matt neither withdrew nor advanced. The edge was gone from his fury, but it smouldered beneath, red-hot, ready to ignite. Sarah had retreated to where Drake was holding court in the garden.
‘Where were you?’ Matt asked, when she found him.
‘At Uncle Ray’s. I’m worried about him.’
Matt stared at his wife, expecting her to somehow look different, surprised when she didn’t. He took her arm, pulled her into Drake’s b
