Chapter 20The pub shut its doors at half past ten and by then it was full dark, the kind of midsummer night that was washed navy blue by a not-quite-full moon. They walked up the hill again quietly in amicable silence, side by side, shoulders brushing, tall, spindly moon-shadows preceding them along the lane. Simon’s leg was paining him, but it would get him home.
Their outing had been unsuccessful in the sense that no-one there from the village had seen anything on Monday night. Or at least, wouldn’t admit to it if they had. On the other hand, Simon had enjoyed himself. It had been a long time since he’d let himself enjoy an evening out with someone he fancied. And after this morning, he had admitted to himself he fancied Walter Kennett quite a lot. He hoped he hadn’t messed things up ir
