I return to the kitchen. Jeffrey looks up from his newspaper, pen in hand. I see the almost complete crossword on the table.
“Can I help?” I ask.
“No offence intended, but this is one challenge I have to do myself. It’s a ritual for me.”
“Well, you know where I am if you get stuck,” I jibe.
“Don’t hold your breath.” Jeffrey’s sporting a broad grin. “Margaret and Alesha left a while back. They asked me to say goodbye. Margaret said to call her if there’s anything you need that I can’t help with. Now, how about some breakfast?”
“I don’t think I’m hungry,” I reply.
“Regardless, you need to keep your strength up. We’ve got a very nice muesli. Go on, give it a try.”
I relent and I have to admit it is good and I feel stronger for it. “I’d better give the police a call. Is there a phone I
