10
Time waits for no one. Isn’t that what James had said when he walked me upstairs? The sneaky bugger. Of course, I didn’t have a card reader with me. After I cleaned up the clock bits and returned it to the wall, I spent a good ten minutes staring at the card, wondering what was on it. I doubted there was a twenty-four-hour office or electronics place within driving-without-falling-asleep distance, so it would have to wait until morning. I did have a cursory look through James’s bedroom, but didn’t see anything that might have had a bearing on his death. There was a beautiful black and white candid photograph in a heavy, silver frame of him with his arms around a laughing Jeanette. I made a mental note to ensure that Jeanette received the photo. (I also pulled it from the frame and exam
