The day before, Garwood had come to Alessa’s bedroom and told her that Kevin had been released. She heaved a sigh of relief but didn’t dare call him out of fear of being questioned by Garwood.
She remembered being stood in her nighty and her hair was a tangle about her scalp and it was hot so she had thrown open the balcony doors and a breeze billowed about her, making her nighty undulate and making her look like translucent ghost standing at the foot of the bed.
Garwood, on the other hand, stood rigid by the door in his starched, charcoal grey suit. He was incessantly polite and revealed nothing about what was going on behind his dulled grey eyes. And then, and this is why she can remember this, he done something so utterly out of character that it left her a little dazed.
He turned to leave……
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