Chapter 27Anton Krieger twitched aside the lacy curtain over his one small barred window, bars not enough to close him in however. He caught sight of the dark coloured Subaru that was parked on the gravel drive; observed the man who stood there, tall, rangy and lean hipped, sporting his habitual faded jeans, tee shirt and leather jacket and equally habitual cigarette balanced in precarious fashion between his lips. Anton knew why he had come. As if the man had caught sight of Anton at the window he happened to glance up. Anton allowed the curtain to fall back into place. Listening to the familiar voice announcing her name, he stiffened when she said, “Mrs Cassandra Sarony.” They’d allocated him his old private room at the Golden Lawn; his familiar surroundings. A picture of his wife - she
