Remembering Jenny’s reluctance to come to the house last night, I think it best to wait for her outside. It’s an unusually pleasant day for October, dry and warm with hardly a cloud in the sky and only a mild breeze. I sit on the wall, looking around at the garden. Other than a couple of small flowerbeds, the surface is all either paved or covered in red whin chips, allowing for maximum parking potential and minimal maintenance. I inhale deeply, enjoying the fresh air, clearing my head.
I don’t have long to wait before spotting Jenny’s Renault Clio approach, rolling to a halt in front of me. I have the door open and I’m starting to climb in almost before the car’s come to rest.
“You’re in a hurry,” she says. “You must have been really desperate to get out.” Jenny leans across, throwing h
