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‘Well, I have friends here. It’s not really a good time. Can’t we do this tomorrow?’ She looked at her watch. She had hoped Nicholas would be back by now. She should have stopped him. What if Eric had done something?
‘No, it can’t wait. I need to talk to you tonight. I wouldn’t be here right now if it wasn’t absolutely necessary.’
‘Oh, OK. I’m opening the gate. Come on up to the house.’
She hurried back into the living room, told Roger and Jolie she had someone coming about a business matter and went to the door.
He was just getting out of his car when Freya opened it. He looked awful. He was wearing a suit but it was crumpled. His shirt was hanging out and he wasn’t wearing a tie. His hair was ruffled and his beard was untrimmed.
‘Hi.’ His greeting was lacklustre.
‘Hi. Are you OK? You look terrible.’
‘I’ve just had a difficult meeting, that’s all. I could do with a drink, though. Is that OK?’ He looked uncomfortable and started to tuck his shirt into his trousers.
‘Sure. Come on in.’ Freya stepped aside to let him pass by into her home.
‘I’m sorry to barge in on your evening like this, but I didn’t think this could wait until morning,’ he said as they made their way into the kitchen.
‘That’s OK. Jolie and Roger are amusing themselves with Bruce Willis. We’re good for half an hour or so.’ She smiled. ‘Wine? Beer? Or tea?’
‘Beer would be good. So, is Nick not here?’
‘No. Not at the moment. I’m expecting him back soon, though.’
If her father hadn’t hurt him. No, she shouldn’t think like that. There was CCTV everywhere these days and Nicholas wasn’t stupid.
‘He missed all the drama again. I had another broken window,’ Freya told him. She pointed at it.
‘What happened? Are you OK?’
‘Someone broke the window and dumped another dead bird on the floor. If it wasn’t so freaky I’d thank them. Willis is lapping it up… literally.’ She passed him a bottle of beer.
‘Willis?’
‘Our mad cat.’
‘Oh.’
He seemed disinterested and distracted.
‘Are you sure you’re OK? Sit down.’ She pulled out a stool from under the breakfast bar.
‘God, Freya. I just don’t know how to do this.’ He let out a weighted sigh.
‘Oh no! You’re going to pull your support from the Every Day project, aren’t you?’ She put her hands to her mouth, anticipating bad news.
‘What? No. No, not at all. It’s nothing to do with the project.’
The phone rang.
‘Do you mind if I get that? It might be Nick.’
Jonathan shrugged. He took a swig of his beer and wiped his mouth with his hand.
‘Hello.’
‘Freya, it’s Nick. Are you OK?’
