THE FUNERAL WAS A SOMBRE occasion sprinkled with laughter, exactly how Ruby would like to be farewelled.
Many people attended. But soon it was just the two of them again.
They went home and opened a bottle of wine.
They raised their glasses and simultaneously toasted Ruby.
There was nothing more to be said after that, so they both went their own ways. She retired to her garden while he went to the bedroom to pack. He didn’t bring much with him, so he was done in no time.
He lay on the bed to think. It had been nearly a week since he left London, surely things have progressed. He checked the time, nine p.m. in London. He dialled Jordan’s number; his call went unanswered, so he left a message.
‘Just calling for an update, mate.’
The emails he pinched from Alfred Pence’s apartment had
