Chapter 4
Brian parked the car in front of Hartfords’ offices, located on Greenhill Road, Parkside, opposite the parklands on the southern edge of the city, shortly before ten on Monday morning.
‘Mr Easton is with a client, Sergeant. He shouldn’t be long. Can I get you a coffee or a glass of water?’
‘No thank you,’ said Stella.
They sat in the waiting area and perused the magazines piled on the tables between the chairs.
‘Got more magazines than my doctor,’ said Brian.
‘My doctor has the National Geographic,’ said Stella. ‘At least you get something to look at and some interesting stories to read. Not boring crap like this.’
‘Guess it’s horses for courses,’ said Brian, thumbing through Business Weekly.
‘I still prefer the pretty pictures,’ said Stella, dropping the magazine she’d p
