‘Jack Douglas is dead.’
Bill Stone dropped his fork, and Samantha gripped hers twice as hard to avoid doing the same.
‘So that’s what it takes to get you to take notice of me – death.’
‘What happened to him?’
Anne Stone resumed masticating her steak. ‘Heart attack. I ran into Lorna Ryan at the green grocer’s this morning and she told me. He was working on that shiny old toy of his when it happened. Apparently, the boot closed on him when he went – they just about had to wrench his head free.’
From that night on, Samantha watched the six o’clock news with great interest.
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