Falmouth Gazette Office“Carla, have you seen Ian or Andy this morning?”
“No, John, they haven’t come in yet.”
“What are those two up to now?” Mumbled John, as he strolled down the corridor toward the kitchen to make himself a strong black coffee.
“Give them both a call please Carla,” he shouts back up the corridor.
John sinks down into his chair, sipping his coffee, whilst reviewing the front page prior to approving the paper’s final print run.
Carla, suddenly comes bursting in distraught, “John, there’s been a terrible accident,” she cries. “The Police have just called, It’s Andy he’s dead! They said, Andy’s motorbike looks like it had veered off the road and crashed into a tree trunk.”
“What!” Stuttered John, a sudden coldness overwhelming him. “How? When?”
Carla felt John’s conso
