“I’m going for a walk down the beach,” announces Charlotte.
“Enjoy yourself,” replies Michael. “You going far?”
“Not sure. Just where the urge takes me,”
Michael and I sit lounging, drinking beer. I’m reading a thriller-mystery novel which is entirely failing to hold my attention. I worked it out on page thirty ‘whodunnit’, and the idea of reading another two hundred pages to have the author confirm it is less than enticing.
whodunnitMichael is flipping through some magazines he found somewhere in the house but doesn’t seem too interested either.
It’s nothing exciting. We’re just hanging out.…
But it’s comfortable, natural.
How do I tackle this one…?
“You know,” I begin, “while I was in the City a couple of days ago, there was some very odd gossip going around.”
“Oh?” says Michae
