Page 48 of No Safe Place

Friday | Early hours

Field

Zara opened the door to Field, expression grave. Even at one in the morning, she managed to look well put together.

‘How is she?’ Field asked quietly.

Zara just shook her head.

The lamp in the living room was casting an incongruous cosy glow. Simon Dawes was sitting just beyond the puddle of light, tears on his cheeks.

‘If she won’t talk to me, she won’t want to talk to you,’ he said, voice hoarse.

‘She’s upstairs,’ Zara said. ‘In David’s office.’

Field took a seat next to Simon, careful not to touch him, but sitting close. ‘We’re not here to question her, or you.’

Simon exhaled, shakily.

‘We’re just here to lend support,’ Zara added.

Their heads snapped up in unison, as glass shattered somewhere above them.