CHAPTER 26
When I got home I repacked everything in the boxes and suitcase for despite DS Wilson’s assurance his officers had left things in a jumbled heap. I was a bit concerned at the CCTV coverage from Kings Cross Station and wondered if they had also been looking for the clothes I was wearing at that time but the image was quite grainy and denim jeans and T-shirt is hardly distinctive attire. It would be next to impossible to prove they were mine.
It took three trips up and down the stairs and out into the back of the property to pack my car but finally it was done. Returning to the lounge I picked Liliad up and held her close as we both gazed for the last time at the roof top of St Joseph’s. ‘You see, I told you not to worry and I always keep my promises.’
Liliad’s head turned towa
