Kitty Neale 3 Book Bundle. Kitty Neale

good to her and life was so much easier now that she was earning more money.

      One of the best things was yet to come, and Phyllis thanked her lucky stars that Rose had come back into her life.

      Paul and Dave left the morgue, both sickened by what they saw. Their father had once been strong, and handsome, but the life he’d been living had taken its toll and in death he looked like a withered old man.

      They were now waiting to pick up his belongings, Dave moaning because he still thought it was a waste of time, and when they were handed the package, at first Paul had to agree. He didn’t now though, and after reading the letter that had been found in his father’s pocket, his grief was replaced by fury. They chucked the foul clothing in the nearest bin, while Paul spat out, ‘I could kill him.’

      ‘It’s a bit late. He’s already dead.’

      ‘He should have told us, Dave.’

      ‘You read the letter. She asked him not to and let’s face it, you can understand why.’

      ‘All this time, and this is the last thing I expected,’ Paul said. ‘Wait a minute, according to that date Dad got this letter in June.’

      ‘Yeah, so?’

      ‘Don’t you realise what this means? She’s still in there and we can visit her.’

      ‘She might not agree to see us.’

      ‘We could give it a try.’

      ‘How do you think Carol’s going to take it when we tell her?’ Dave asked.

      ‘Let’s go home and we’ll soon find out,’ Paul said, thinking that it was a daft question. Carol was going to he shocked – as deeply as they were.

      Jeremy returned from the unit at midday. Len Upwood had continued to be surly, and as it had been impossible to assert his authority, Jeremy had gone into the small office where he’d flicked through the papers and orders. When the telephone rang he’d answered it, writing swift notes, and then seeing Len in the doorway, he’d taken great satisfaction in telling the man to get back to work, the call none of his business.

      He’d taken the notes and driven home, surprised to find Tom up. Jeremy felt pleased with himself as he told his brother about the possible contract, but got an unexpected reaction.

      ‘Did you talk to Len? It’s a big development and he’ll know we need to get working on a quote.’

      ‘He was busy, but don’t worry, I can give you a hand.’

      ‘Jeremy, do you know anything about glazing and the costs involved?’

      ‘Well, no, but it can’t be that hard.’

      ‘There are a lot of factors to be taken into account; frames, glass supplies, manpower costs, and that’s just a start. Show me those notes.’

      Jeremy handed them over, and after a brief look at them, Tom said, ‘These are useless. I told you that Len knows what he’s doing and if he’d taken the call he’d have asked the right questions.’

      ‘I was only trying to help.’

      ‘This is just a hindrance, and in future stay out of things you know nothing about,’ Tom snapped as he stood up. ‘I’ll have to ring Len and tell him to call the developer for more information.’

      Jeremy was left inwardly fuming. Tom had been a stick-thin boy with asthma who was being bullied at school when Jeremy left home, and he hadn’t looked much better on his return. He was still thin with a weak chest, but now Jeremy was seeing a different side to his brother, one he hadn’t expected. He’d thought Tom would be easy to manipulate, that getting an equal share in the business would be a doddle – now though, he wasn’t so sure.