Chapters (82)
- Cover
- Dedication
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
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- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
- SIXTY-SEVEN
- SIXTY-EIGHT
- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
- SEVENTY-TWO
- SEVENTY-THREE
- SEVENTY-FOUR
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Ian got out of the car and went up the front garden path that ran alongside the drive. A shiny new BMW sat on the forecourt, suggesting the Mollers were doing quite well. The brass plaque on the door to the clinic announced The Moller Clinic in bold black lettering. He pressed the doorbell and heard it chime inside. A few moments later the door opened and Ian recognized Edie Moller from her photograph on their website, although clearly she had no idea who he was.
‘Good morning,’ she said, with a bright, welcoming smile. ‘Do you have an appointment?’
‘No. I’m Ian Jennings.’ He watched her face change.
‘You’d better come in,’ she said, obviously unnerved by his arrival. ‘I’ll get my husband to speak to you.’
‘Thank you.’
Ian followed Edie Moller down the hall and into the waiting room, which was exactly like the picture on their website. Cream curtains, white leather sofa and a glass-topped table with magazines and a vase of fresh flowers.
‘I’ll tell him you’re here,’ Edie said, and hurried out, closing the door behind her.
Ian sat on the leather sofa and glanced around. Had Edie Moller already told her husband of her error or was she telling him now? He was half expecting her to return and say her husband couldn’t see him and he’d have to make an appointment. In which case he’d stay put and insist he saw him now. There was no one else waiting, Carstan Moller was here and this was too important to leave. He needed answers to his questions now.
Ian checked his phone – there were no new messages – and set it to silent. A few moments later footsteps sounded in the hall. The door opened and Edie Moller appeared.
‘Mr Moller will see you now,’ she announced formally.
‘Thank you,’ Ian said, and stood.
She led the way along the hall towards the rear of the house where she stopped outside a door marked Office. Giving a brief knock, she opened it. ‘Mr Ian Jennings to see you.’
Ian went in.
‘Good morning, Mr Jennings,’ Carstan Moller said, coming out from behind a large oak desk to shake hands.
Shorter and older than he’d appeared in his picture on their website, he was wearing a white lab coat over a grey open-neck shirt and dark-grey trousers. ‘Take a seat,’ he said, gesticulating to the leather armchair positioned in front of his desk.
As Ian sat down, Edie Moller went out and closed the door behind her. Mr Moller returned to his chair. A row of filing cabinets filled one wall and shelves crammed with books another. There was also a second, smaller desk with a computer and a printer where Ian assumed Edie Moller worked.
‘How can I help you?’ Carstan Moller asked evenly. Although Ian was pretty certain he already knew.