CHAPTER FOURKarina could not sleep.
She lay tossing and turning in the big comfortable bed, finding it impossible to escape from the haunting remembrance of what had happened that afternoon.
Over and over again she could hear conversations repeating and re-repeating themselves and could see quite clearly the expressions on the faces of those who spoke to her.
She could feel almost as if it was all still happening, the sudden thump of her heart and the dryness of her mouth as she realised that Garland Holt was standing just inside the door of his grandmother’s room, gazing at her.
His eyebrows seemed to meet over his dark eyes.
The very hair on his head seemed to be electric with the vibrations that appeared to pour from him, so that she was conscious of his anger and his indignation l
