Keith drank. The tea was hot, strong and sweet. Usually he hated sweet tea but this time it was comforting.
By the time he had finished Janet had got her coat and boots on and was adjusting a hat on her head.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“Along the road with you.” she replied, spearing the hat with a long hat pin.
“I can’t ask you to do that!” Keith cried “It’s cold and windy and …”
“And I won’t blow away. You’re a good man Keith but some times you need a good friend. You look out for me and now it’s my turn to look out for you.”
She turned round. “Now. Ready?”
“Uh yes. Ready.” he answered. Together they left the house and walked down to number 24. The police hadn’t yet arrived so Keith helped Janet climb into the front of his float then got in himself.
“Where is she? What happened?” asked Janet.
“In the garden at the side. Looks like someone bashed her over the head. She hadn’t left the empties out you see. She never liked to do things the wrong way. See that bloody stupid path?