‘Yes,’ said Clare, ‘For about a year, now.’ She threw Adam a long, accusing stare. He dropped his head to his hands and the table went quiet. The other people didn’t know where to look. She tried to imagine Veronica naked with Adam, but mercifully the image wouldn’t come.
Clare’s phone rang, making her jump. For a moment she wondered who might be calling, but she should have known. Jolly Jumbucks, of course. This time Jack had surpassed himself. He’d bunkered in beneath the stairs and held the entire staff at bay for fifteen minutes with a cache of fire extinguishers he’d discovered there. Clare found herself impressed that Jack had figured out how to use the devices. Then again, they weren’t that complicated. All you had to do was pull the pin, rather like a hand grenade, then press th
