CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
In the five days since her return to Kentish Town, Cassidy had received two cards, four telephone calls and daily text messages. Fraser didn’t do emails because he hated computers and left all the techie stuff to his sister. Despite the flurry of communications, she didn’t feel stalked or bombarded. Rather, she felt courted.
On the Saturday following her holiday, she went for a long walk on Hampstead Heath. She puffed her way to the top of Parliament Hill, sat on a bench and put her head back to watch brilliant red, yellow and blue kites like aerial jewels in the sky. One stuck out from all the others as it was green with a red dragon painted on it and reminded her of the Jofra Worm which, in turn, made her realise that she hadn’t yet uploaded the photographs from he
