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74

N ightingale was surprised to find the office door unlocked when he arrived on Wednesday morning, and was even more surprised to find Jenny sitting at her desk. I didnt think you were coming in until the New Year, he said.

I was bored at home, she said. And I wanted an early start on your receipts for the taxman.

He looked at her computer screen and smiled. And to play on Facebook, he said.

Im checking Bronwyns Facebook page, she said.

Any joy?

Sixteen people Ive never heard of want to be my friends, she said.

Its your sunny disposition, he said, sitting down on the edge of her desk. Are you okay?

Jenny shrugged. Im confused more than anything. About what happened to Lachie. About what happened to you. The whole thing.

Youre probably in shock, you know that?

Post traumatic stress disorder, is that what you mean? Im fine, Jack.

Do you want to talk about it?

She laughed. To you? And that would help me how?

I was going to suggest you talk it through with Barbara.

Jenny sighed. Maybe youre right, she said. But I cant tell her everything, can I? Shell think Im crazy.

What happened to Lachie, you could talk that through with her. He held up his hands. It was just a thought. But whatever you decide, let me know when Lachies funeral is. Id like to go.

Okay. And, speaking of funerals, I had a phone call from someone telling me that your aunt and uncles funeral is this afternoon. She gave him a piece of paper on which shed written the name of a church.

Who phoned?

It was a woman. She didnt say. I assumed she was from the undertakers. She had all the details.

Nightingale looked at the note and nodded. Its the church where my parents are buried, he said. Up in Manchester.

Are you going?

Its a bit short notice, he said, looking at his watch. And they say its going to snow. I dont fancy driving the MGB in the snow.

Ill come with you, she said. We can take the Audi. Theyre your aunt and uncle, Jack. You should be there.

He looked at the note again. Well have to leave in a couple of hours to get there in time.

No problem, said Jenny. Theres not much work on. She gestured at her computer. And Caernarfon Craigs gone quiet.

Nightingale rubbed his chin thoughtfully. A visit to a church couldnt hurt, could it?


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