Chapter TwelveThree days since their last conversation, Wilf paced the lounge, constantly looking out of the bay window. Jo walked in from the kitchen, seeing her partner walk up and down the dark carpet. “I was making a cup of tea, hun. Do you want one?”
“Huh?” Wilf replied, turning to face the woman who was regarding him from the doorway. “Oh, yes please, love.”
“You okay? What's up?”
“Jake should be back by now,” the grey-haired man observed.
“I'm sure he will be. He's only gone to Plymouth. Maybe traffic is bad? Maybe the job is taking longer than he first thought?”
Wilf knew where the man he considered a son had gone. And something deep inside him knew that something had gone badly wrong. “He's not contacted us with his telephone?”
“True,” Jo agreed. “Maybe he's just really busy
