chapter 41
Titus “Did you sleep well?” Alan asks. It’s about 8:30 a.m., and we’re on our way to Acheron Pharmaceuticals, on the outskirts of Exeter. “Great, thanks,” I say. “It’s so quiet in that cottage, apart from the ducks and the owls and the moorhens and the swans…” He grins. “Yeah, the bird life is guaranteed to get you up in the morning even if your alarm clock fails.” He takes the slip road off the motorway and drives down to a roundabout, then indicates at the second turning. I assume he’s heading toward the signposted industrial estate, but he passes the turnoff and continues north out of the city. We’re both in business mode today. I’m wearing a dark-blue, three-piece, bespoke wool suit with a white shirt and a smart navy tie with white spots, because donning it makes me feel as if I’m
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