Chapter 11
I wasn’t sure I’d heard Cliff correctly.
“Did you say he’d been stabbed?”
Next to me, Mark gasped and clutched at my arm.
“Yes.” Cliff sniffed. “The nurse, or whoever she was, said Tom was in the operating theatre.”
“Oh, no. Why? Do you know what happened?”
Cliff started to cry. “A member of the public found him collapsed and bleeding. Tom was on his postal round.”
“Oh, no,” I repeated. I started to shiver. Mark pulled me closer and rubbed my arm. Trying to focus, I asked, “Do you want us to come over?”
“You’ve got work and—”
“That doesn’t matter.” I took the decision from him and said Mark and I would be there within the hour.
“Thanks.” Cliff sniffed. “I can’t start the car, and I want to go see Tom and…”
“It’s okay, we’ll take you to the hospital.”
There were mo
