‘How d’yer find out?’ he asked. I’ve heard some right stuff ‘bout her. Xnx Bloody good thinkin’ from the lass; I would’a smashed up t’furniture if it were in’t ‘ouse.’
Gary sank to his elbows on the table and held his head in his hands. Samantha Barton was the widow of his late, esteemed commanding officer. ‘So, where’s Trace?’ After asking the question, he suddenly remembered their affair and it showed in his face. ‘How d’yer find out?’ he asked. But he could add nothing to the tale. He felt nothing. ‘I don’t know.’ He eventually replied; and he genuinely did not. Gary waited until his breathing had calmed before he made any further movements. ‘I was ‘opin you’d say that.’ Replied Darren.




















