The atmosphere of a church normally exudes solace and tranquillity. Andy sat, head in hands, feeling utterly betrayed and wretched. He was struggling to take it all in. He knew he hadn’t been the most attentive husband but he was sure he hadn’t deserved this. What the hell had happened to his life? The luxury of hindsight afforded him little explanation as he sifted through memories. Had he really been so wrapped-up in his own work that he hadn’t noticed even a hint of a change In Heather? Why in God’s name had his wife got involved with someone like Rondel? Perhaps he would never know.
Marcus only knew the basic details about Heather – he knew as much as Leyland wanted him to know – and he genuinely seemed to derive little pleasure in enlightening his old adversary.
The physical and now the mental pain suddenly overwhelmed Andy and the tears began to flow freely. Marcus made as if to approach and offer comfort but thought better of it. Instead, he pulled at the hem of his jacket and straightened his collar. “I’ll try and get you some time,” he said, clearing his throat. “No-one seems to know where the hell the money ended up. A guy called Smart might know something. He swore blind to my brother that Heather didn’t have the money on her. Probably why Leyland decided to come after you. I’ll be in touch.” He slipped out of the side door without waiting for a response.
Andy’s head felt fit to burst with so many nightmarish thoughts swimming around. He had to try and make sense of it all. He winced as he suddenly remembered David. There was nothing he could do for him – he was dead. But he had to warn Sofia and Sandra and get them somewhere safe, so that he could concentrate on Anna. He’d had his moment of weakness. It was time to start putting things right.