UPSTAIRS, IN HER BEDROOM, Bryony opened her eyes. She had felt she was being watched and woken up.
She barely smothered a scream before her eyes fell on McNamara’s back on his way out. She wondered what he might have wanted from her.
She closed her eyes again. She was still exhausted and felt as if someone had beaten her up. Actually, that was the truth.
As she couldn’t sleep anymore, she opened her eyes again and glanced at the clock. It was already past ten. She didn’t sleep so late even on a Sunday.
She got out of bed and moseyed to the bathroom, but not without difficulty. Every bone in her body hurt. She looked at herself in the mirror and gasped. Oh, Lord! I should have listened to McNamara.
She looked awful. She couldn’t open the bookshop looking like that. Unless she wanted to
