Chapter Thirty-EightSitting on a chair near the window, Agnes looked down onto the quayside. If she was right, and Jamison was on his way to the hotel to kill her, she would see him and be prepared. But then another thought crossed her mind. What if he approached the hotel using St Anne's Road, which ran down behind the hotel? He could arrive without her seeing him. Why hadn't she thought of that earlier?
Once Agnes had ended her call to Alan, she had glanced around the room, looking for something she could use to defend herself should Jamison suddenly burst through the door. However, short of picking up a chair to hurl at him, which was impossible due to the weight of the chair, plus the fact she could burst the stitches in her side, the next best thing was the toilet brush in the bathro
