CHAPTER EIGHT
Lewis pushed his spectacles back to their proper place instead of where they’d sat on the end of his nose as he’d stared at his hands.
Trev placed a cup of coffee in front of him. “I apologise in advance for the coffee. Please feel free to ignore its presence.”
At last Lewis smiled, although only a glimmer. Trev had known Lewis all his life and was concerned by the sadness on the older man’s face. Their interview was part way through and this was the first time Lewis had looked him in the eye.
“I can only imagine how distressing this is.”
“Charlotte tells me I am not responsible…but all the same, had Cecil not been at my home to inspect it, he may very well have avoided this terrible tragedy.”
“I think you should listen to Charlotte. We are a long way from knowing what
