Chapter 54
Frank was sitting down at the dining table in the house at Barnes Bridge as a gentle patter of light rain mottled the window that faced the narrow stretch of the Thames. He put down the mug of tea he was cradling and cracked his knuckles; still brooding after reeling from anger at the timing of the Liberatus revelations. He had told Marcus to hold off for three days, hadn’t he? It had very nearly put Maria and Joe on a collision course with death and he hadn’t brought himself to tell Maria about that.
He needed to speak to Marcus Brady.
Laughter from the children running around the house echoed through the corridor as Maria finished a phone call on her Nokia mobile and turned to the breakfast bar to finish the sandwiches she was making. Rosie was somewhere in another part of
