They had Calvin in the kitchen at the farmhouse when Phillipe crossed the police line and started across the field.
Naamah appeared at the door to the kitchen, beckoned at Matthew - come and see. Simon stayed with Calvin while Matthew and Esther went upstairs to watch.
Matthew burst out laughing.
“Phillipe Lamarque,” he told Naamah.
She had met him once, several years before, in London, but had failed to recognise him.
“God, he’s big; I didn’t remember him so fat.”
“He wasn’t,” Matthew replied dryly.
“What do we do?” Esther asked.
“Let him in,” Matthew shrugged. “He’s a visitor.”
“Be careful,” Esther cautioned. “He might be armed.”
“No,” Matthew said simply.
“Out for a walk, old friend?” Matthew greeted Phillipe once they had finally removed the bars nailed across the front door
