Chapter Twenty-Seven
RebeccaEverything changed three years ago.
Everything and nothing at all.
When I heard the key turn in the lock that night, I was sitting in my flat with a glass of wine and another two hours of work to do before I could call it a day. Then, as it is now, only one other person had a key, so I didn’t bother getting up. It would be Auden, probably hungry or bored or wanting to gossip, too sober to entertain himself or too drunk to eat a kebab alone. I was used to his unannounced visits.
Which meant I was unprepared for whom I saw coming up the stairs. For the flaxen hair, and the doll face, and the curves right out of some Teutonic milkmaid fantasy.
Delphine Dansey.
Dislike surged instantly: she was everything that made me impatient. She was every vapid, money
