The doorbell rang. Through the frosted glass, Chaise saw the colour of the uniform, the outline of the shape. Police. He groaned and took a breath to steady himself before opening the door.
Domingo stood short and squat, flanked by two uniformed officers. Years of training had equipped them with a look designed to intimidate.
“A word, Mr Chaise.”
Chaise fumed inside. Now every neighbour within a thousand meters would know of this visitation. No doubt most of them would take great pleasure in telling Angelina. Then the questions would start. Chaise knew he would have to tell her, but he preferred to do it on his own terms. She wouldn’t be home until late and God knows which of his neighbours would h****k her first.
There was no preamble to Domingo this time, none of the false niceties o
