Famous Last Words

Chapter 40

40

Anonymous Reporting on Camilla

I stand and look up at Camilla’s house. A typical London home on a typical London street. Chimneys on the roofs, bay windows, street parking.

But I’m not paying much attention to any of that. No, I’m going over the conversation in the garden. How very fascinating, I think, hitching my bag over my shoulder as I take one last look at the house. All information is good information. Especially all that, straight from the horse’s mouth.

I turn to leave, to go back, to report to my brother: he will want to know this.