It dated from twenty years ago. I pulled my face into neutral. I d actually signed away my small entitlement, but I hadn t come all the way to Twelve Islands to argue the wrongs of the Police Super Board with one of the local cabbies. To calm my thoughts, I concentrated on the rain. Truth to tell, I hate it.
Rain is only romantic when it s falling on someone else.
The driver nodded patronisingly. Since the night of the murders, mate. Hasn t stopped once. However, I swallowed my pride once more and fixed my lips into a pleasant smile. I asked encouragingly.