TWENTY-TWO
She must have sensed his unease because as Samantha came into the bedroom after giving Amy her lunch she stopped, hands on hips and stared. “Why are you home so early? Is something wrong?”
Flopping down on the edge of the bed, he stared at his feet. “Fridays are the easy days, so they told me.” He blew out his breath. “Sam, they’ve asked me ... no, that’s not right, they’ve told me I have to go to Norwich.”
She took a moment, slowly walked round and faced him. “What do you mean, you have to go to Norwich?”
“Something to do with a report. I need to access some records which I can’t get hold of through the Internet. So, I’ve got to go, but I’ll be back, probably early Sunday morning.”
“You mean you have to go this weekend?”
He pulled in a deep breath, held it. “Yes. Tomorrow
