13 THE PRICE OF FOLLYDaisy had a lot of time that night to think about what she had done and what she was going to do next, despite the fact that she kept going to see Tony. She had asked the nurses in both wards to tell her the moment one of them came around, but like a teenager constantly checking for messages in spite of the warning the phone gives, she could not sit still and wait. And the reason she could not sit still was not because she loved all three of them, which she did, it was because she had a sneaking suspicion that what had happened to them was linked to her, although she still didn’t know exactly what that was.
At eight pm, there was a tap on the window, to which the nurse responded.
“There’s a police officer outside who would like a word with you, Miss Baltimore”.
“Tha
