Chapter Forty-ThreeUpstairs in her room, Agnes sank down onto the sofa. Sandra had sounded quite angry when she spoke out. Had it been a sudden thought, or was it something that had been building up in her mind for the last twenty-four hours? Agnes had held her tongue, refraining from saying anything that might spark off a row between them. Even so, an uncomfortable silence had followed. Making her apologies, saying that she was feeling tired and needed to lie down, Agnes had left, leaving Sandra in the drawing room with the young couple who had just finished breakfast.
Agnes heaved a sigh. Where did she go from here?
Alan hadn't believed her when she said Jamison was probably still on Tyneside, though he had still organised some surveillance. Her best friend, Sandra, appeared to be blam
