Chapter 33
Harry and Emma stood by the window at Cambridge Airport, watching the silver airliner touch down. A twin engine Douglas DC-3 Harry noted, glad he recognised the plane in case the question came up. He didn’t want anybody, let alone Tom, thinking him ignorant.
A posse of reporters and photographers stood outside, waiting to pounce. What would Tom be thinking, coming home after all these years? He’d left this airport as a seventeen-year-old trainee mechanic, and was returning the conquering hero.
Harry’s sweaty hands were due to more than spring sunshine streaming through the glass. He hadn’t expected to be so nervous.
Emma touched his arm and pointed. ‘There they are.’
Harry couldn’t stop staring. Firstly at Kitty Munro, who was a knockout in her sleeveless white dress, kille
