James is back in the armchair, seemingly disconnected from events. With Will Stanton on the other end of the phone, cross-checking what I have and have not received, I’m busy talking. What I really want is that last definitive document; a statement that Charlotte has no case to answer.
…. I’m going to owe him a favour or two for all this….
…. all in a good cause though….
There is a tap and the door pushes open; Michael, leading Charlotte by the hand.
She’s freshly bathed and dressed; nonetheless, she’s a shocking sight.
How much weight has she lost….?
Her cheeks are showing hollows. Her eyes red-rimmed and shadowed, dart between me and James. He doesn’t look at her.
Come on, James. Show your colours….
He does nothing….
Looks like it’s up to us then….
With half an ear on what the
