Chapter 10Oh bloody hell, what now? Walter thought to himself as he saw the sleek police Crossley pull up to the front of the house from the surgery window. He was tidying the room after the morning session. Sylvia had swept off on an overnight trip to London for a lecture at the Royal Free Hospital and he thought Lucy had gone for a ride.
That left him to deal with the police. Bugger and damnation. Walt had a natural disinclination to interact with any aspect of the authorities now he wasn’t in the army any longer and not being paid for it. And that policeman—he was…unsettling. Saw too much. Probably the job. Or something.
Walter didn’t like it, anyway.
He didn’t bother to wait for the man to knock on the door and disturb Mrs Baker, who he knew was getting dinner in the kitchen. Instea
