CHAPTER 4
It’s on the local news. I nearly don’t hear it as I’m in the kitchen preparing dinner.
‘The police have today announced that the body of the man found in Melsham Park two weeks ago is that of Edward Howden.’
I almost miss catching the savoury pancake I’d just tossed ceiling-ward. Howden! Wasn’t that the name in the front of the book in Barry’s room? I’m sure it was. I wander through into the lounge, pancake pan in hand, and stand transfixed before the TV.
‘Originally from Sheffield, he was convicted of the involuntary manslaughter of his wife due to his alcohol addiction. Howden served three years in prison before being released on condition he attended a rehabilitation programme.’
A photograph is splashed across the screen. My God, I would never have recognised him. The tra
