Chapter Seven: Faversham and PrimeHannah arrived on Sunday morning at Chearsley as Molly was serving her renowned breakfast of poached eggs and bacon fried on her range, with freshly baked bread rolls taken from the oven and still piping hot. My wife was not the only alteration to the environment that witnessed Fraser and me up until the early morning hours in deep discussion and research.
Jimmy and Frank had returned to their homes for a well-earned leave, being replaced by two other principal protection officers who joined the two who had accompanied Hannah on her journey from Whitehall. Molly was beaming a smile of contentment as she dispensed her fare to the hungry mouths, but my mind was centred on a more spartan breakfast scene twenty-five years earlier at Century House in Westminst
