‘So, come on, Grace! Tell me what that was all about, Tetney Hall and the rest. Something’s spooked you and you don’t spook easily, I know that. I know you, so come on, Grace. Out with it.’
‘There’s nothing.’
‘Don’t you “there’s nothing” me. Don’t insult my intelligence. What’s going on?’ Terry insisted.
They were seated around the circular Bo Concept dining table at home in Grace’s Redemption Island townhouse. They had just finished sharing a Quattro Stagioni pizza delivered by Antonio’s Pizzas on Green Street, with a side order of garlic bread, and washed down with a bottle of Sangiovese from Aldi.
Terry wiped his mouth with a napkin, drained the last dregs of wine, and leaned across the table. ‘Tell me,’ he insisted firmly.
Grace took a deep breath, sighed, and stared through the r
