Twenty
Todd’s mother, who worked as his receptionist as she had for his father before him, had gone home at four o’clock. At six, Todd decided it was time to call it a day and head down the street to the Bayside Hotel for dinner, before going home to watch TV.
Todd wasn’t into cooking. He’d been eating out ever since his wife had divorced him a little over ten years ago, in what he thought of as an acrimonious legal action that had vaporised his wealth to enrich her lawyer.
That outcome had become part of the rationale Todd had constructed to explain to himself why he had agreed to test John’s hypothesis and set up the agency. Now, with John and Georgina dead, he wasn’t so sure it had been such a wise decision.
The policemen that had visited him earlier in the day had put the wind up h
