Chapter Ten
I looked at my watch. It said 1.45pm.
I stood in my usual spot in front of the Oxford with a smoke in my mouth. I saw Janet walk up from the corner block. She looked smart.
She wore a cream-coloured blouse under a pale-blue, waist-length jacket together with a flared, navy-blue skirt. She held a tan, patent-leather bag that matched her open, heeled shoes. Janet looked preoccupied but broke into a smile when she spotted me.
“Hello, Jack. It’s just a short walk downtown for our appointment. I’ve parked my car around the corner. Are you ready?”
“Sure.” I nodded and checked I had my notebook with me.
“How did you go at the house?” Janet asked.
“Well, it was a start, but let’s wait until I talk to the detectives.”
I looked at my notes while we walked. “Oh, by the way, I spok
