FORTY-NINE
After dinner, they strolled down to the river and stared out across the black, mirror sheen of the Waveney as it gently rolled by, both of them lost in their thoughts. He snaked his arm around her waist and they went back to his flat. They made love and afterwards, they sat up in bed and he held her close. She didn’t seem fazed in the least by exposing her fine body to him, and he liked that. He liked her.
Earlier, Brigit had phoned him, her voice sounding subdued and staccato as if she were reading lines from a script.
Linny wanted to meet him. There were things to sort out, things to finalise. Brigit assured him everything ‘was fine’ and they set the meeting for tomorrow at around six o’clock and she told him where. Chaise changed the time to four, not liking the idea of me
