Chapter Seventeen
Derek had been home for less than 30 minutes when Special Constable Michalis Georgiou knocked on the door.
“I am here for Mrs Lillian Chambers,” Michalis said bluntly.
Derek’s eyes narrowed and he stood a little taller, almost filling the doorframe. “What do you mean ‘for’?”
“Sorry?”
“What do you mean when you say you’re here for my wife?”
“Oh, she your wife?”
“Yes.”
“Very good. And your wife, she is here?”
“Yes.”
“Good because I come for her.”
“Look, I won’t ask you again. What do you mean by…”
“It’s okay, Derek.” Lillian came to stand by her husband’s side. She gently pressed his upper arm, vaguely surprised at how soft it had become, and moved to stand in front of him. Though her heart was beating nineteen to the dozen, her mind was strangely calm. It was a
