“We wait. That"s it? Is that all you can say?” Agnes threw up her hands in despair.
It was later that same day and both she and Alan were walking towards the dining room at the hotel. Earlier, while enjoying a couple of drinks in the bar, they had mulled over the events of the day, ending with Alan repeating the statement he had made that afternoon.
“So, we wait until you hear from the pathologist? Surely there"s something we could be doing, while he"s doing the examination?”
“Something "we" could be doing?” Alan questioned. “Who is this "we"?”
“Us! You! Me! The police! For goodness" sake, Alan, you can"t leave me out of this inquiry. I found the body. It was me who phoned it in. That poor man could still be lying there if it wasn"t for me…”
“Okay, okay. I get it,” Alan interrupted.
