Chapter 11Paula Harris was sitting on the floor. That’s where her husband had left her after another blazing row. Carefully, and hesitantly, she put her hand to her cheek, which still stung from the blow she had taken. Still badly shaken, she got to her feet, and made her way to the bathroom. She didn’t look at herself in the mirror. There was no need. This had happened so many times before that she knew instinctively there wouldn’t be any tell-tale signs, especially after a few hours. “In the morning,” she murmured, “I know what I’ll do – take a trip into Chester and have a look around the jewellery shops. Maybe I can spot a watch similar to the one shown on the television and, with an idea of the price, perhaps I can find it on his visa or, access card. With that she was up and running t
