CHAPTER 17 – MATTY
LONDONThe box had sat under his desk all day. There were several moments in which he’d subconsciously brushed his knees against it and felt equally reassured and anxious about its solid presence. He physically jerked in his seat when Arun rolled his chair over to cross-check something in a report he was working on and skimmed the edge of the box with his huge feet. He told himself that he wouldn’t open it until he was in the safety of his bedroom. The office held too much risk. People might ask unnecessary questions.
By the time he embarked on his journey home, he was wound up like a coiled spring. It had been stupid of course to take the car into central London but it was the only way that he could get to and from Celia’s quickly. Now, as he crawled through traffic on
