Watters saw the flicker of movement ahead and stepped into the shadows. It was another long shot that brought him back to Union Bank and John Wallace’s Kenilworth Cottage, but he was glad he came. While Marie was with Rosemary, it was better working than sitting in an empty and uninviting house. The night was cool and dark, with a breeze rustling the trees of Clement Park and an owl calling somewhere. There always seemed to be owls at night.
He watched the tall man moving from shadow to shadow as he approached Kenilworth Cottage.
What the devil are you doing? Nothing legal I’ll be bound.
What the devil are you doing? Nothing legal I’ll be bound.Watters checked his watch, with the touch reminding him of Marie. Ten past one in the morning, a time when all respectable people should be in b
