Remaining silent, Alec watched them leave and began to wonder whether Elizabeth Trent may have somehow been right.
Joyce locked the door to her office on the second floor of the hospital and dropped the mass of keys in her pocket. When she reached the small car park, she stopped and stared at her Bentley. The windscreen looked like someone had taken a cricket bat to it and left the single word 'b***h' in red. A closer look revealed that all four tyres had been brutally slashed.
The heavy footsteps on the concrete was the last straw.
She was back inside the bright passage of the hospital in an instant, heading to her office to call the police. As soon as she reached the phone, she began dialling and then stopped. She knew that the police would have questions and she was not willing to gi
