‘I thought you and Derek got on well.’ She spoke as if addressing someone straight ahead of her. When I didn’t speak, she said, ‘Is there a problem with the money?’
‘No.’
‘Do you need a longer lunch break? I am conscious that it’s rather short. I could ask Damion if he would –’
‘It’s not the hours. Or the money.’
‘Then_'
‘I don’t really want to –’
‘Look, you cannot hand in your notice with immediate effect and expect me not even to ask what on earth’s the matter.’
I took a deep breath. ‘I overheard you. You and your daughter. Last night. And I don’t want to … I don’t want to be part of it.’
‘Ah.’
We sat in silence. Mr Grisham was now trying to bash his way in through the front door, and Mrs Grisham was busy hurling anything she could locate through the window down on to his head.
