Irenya wiped her face and saw a pot of tea on the table. Natalie was clattering things in the kitchen sink. ‘How long since you had something to eat?’
‘No idea,’ Irenya replied through a wad of fresh tissues. ‘I honestly don’t know. We probably ate something a few hours before we rode into—’ She stopped. Heard a gap in the clatter. The pronoun we hung in the air. A few moments later, a sandwich appeared in front of her.
‘Cheese is about all that’s left, except the salads for tonight’s meal. Shopping tomorrow.’
‘I just want to hear more about Mikey. Where is he?’ Irenya took a deep breath. ‘I’ve got to see him.’
‘Get that sandwich inside you first. I insist.’
While Irenya dutifully nibbled, Natalie worked at the bench and talked. ‘The police never ruled out foul play. Suspected David a
