Chapter 10
Tom could not quite believe what he had just seen and, as he left the room where Irene lay, he had to stop and lean against the wall.
Frank looked at him slumped against the wall and said, “Pretty tough, eh, seeing someone like that. I thought it might shake you, so I brought some whiskey. Here, have a swig – it will help.”
At first Tom did not want it as he felt sick, but after a few moments he realised a swig of whiskey would help and he took the offered bottle.
“I knew it might be bad,” he said, “and I thought I had my feelings under control, but I was not ready for the ghastly smell or the broken neck or the whole thing really. I expected to see Miranda lying there and I had thought she might have been murdered, but I never expected it to be Irene. The realisation that s
