Cleo did not often have a sleepless night. Sleep is a luxury when you have half a dozen children to organize, so you don’t throw away precious minutes thinking about why you aren’t asleep.
Mrs Thomas was quite taken with her room. Her only
disappointment was that there was no gin in the minibar. She did not think herehip flask would keep her going until the morning.
“I think it would be wiser if you were sober for the
interview, Mrs Thomas,” said Mia.
“I’m always sober,” retorted the woman in her thick Welsh
accent. “I need a little gin for my circulation.”
After a briefing by Gary, Nigel decided he was equipped to
deal with the Thring ladies. After all, he had experienced Daisy and was sure
she was guilty of any number of homicides, which made her a lot more fearsome
than the innocent Thrings.
At two a.m. Roger knocked on the window of Gary and Cleo’s
bedroom. He had not wanted to wake the children by ringing the doorbell, but in the end he had to.