15
Less than an hour later, Caroline was back in work mode, having buried her health worries in the back of her mind. She was in Uppingham, at the premises of Allure Design, having picked Dexter up on the way. She’d been surprised to find Monique — despite her release from custody — nowhere to be seen.
Caroline didn’t like to stereotype, but she was fairly certain she could’ve picked Tom Mackintosh out of a line-up of potential IT managers. His grey t-shirt was at least two sizes too big for his lanky frame, and the frayed bottoms of his jeans declared they’d seen better days. As she got closer, she noticed he smelled of stale smoke, although somewhat sweeter. She wondered if it wasn’t purely tobacco he’d been smoking, or if her sense of smell was still recovering from heavy chemotherapy
