Chapter 15
The drive back home from the police station was done in silence, Adam deep in thought about the events of the last few hours, his brow furrowed; he stared straight ahead through the windscreen at the road. Dan couldn’t help but notice his brother’s countenance and respected his brother’s silence. The only sound in the car was a rumbling of the tires on the rough tarmac, left scarred and potholed from neglect.
Once at the house, which seemed to have lost its complement of press vehicles, Dan turned to his brother and suggested that they go into the kitchen, make something to eat and discuss what had occurred. Then, perhaps, they could decide what course of action they should take.
As with many homes the kitchen had become the focal point of the house. Again, it was a large roo
