‘Did Stefan tell you?’ ‘No. He told me more than he meant to. But it wasn’t him. It all just came together.’ Andreas stared at me. ‘Are you going to tell me?’ ‘Yes. Of course. But not yet. I need to think.’ ‘Really?’ ‘Give me a little time.’ He smiled at me. ‘You’re worse than Alan Conway!’ We didn’t eat the sandwiches. We got back in the car and drove off.
