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    I parked the Mondeo and swung the heavy five -barred gate back into place with the usual clatter. Jan appeared at the porch door. She was wearing a long short-sleeve print top over black leggings that did nothing to conceal her bump. My heart missed a beat.
    ‘What’s happened? Is something the matter?’ she asked.
    ‘I’m the boss. I can come home to see my beautiful wife whenever I like.’
    ‘Your beautiful wife is used to seeing you after six and she doesn’t like seeing you with that expression on your face. Something’s up.’
    ‘Nothing’s up.’
    ‘Oh yes, it is. I can tell,’ she insisted when I kissed her.
    ‘Where are Jenny and Lloyd?’
    ‘Don’t change the subject. You know they’re still at school.’
    ‘It’s just that Lloyd’s left his bike at the end of the lane again. Someone will half inch it.’
    ‘Aren’t you always telling us that we’re in leafy Cheshire now, not Manchester? The children round here are much more relaxed about their possessions.’
    ‘Relaxed or not, someone will steal that bike. It cost good money.’
    I tried to squeeze past her and go into the family room but she held onto me.
    ‘Penny pincher Dave! I’m not letting you inside until you tell me what’s upset you.’
    ‘Nothing’s upset me except our son’s habits.’
    Jenny and Lloyd are Jan’s children by her first husband but I’ve legally adopted them and they’ve changed their names to Cunane. That was another reason for our migration to the hills. We all needed a fresh start.
    ‘Tell me or I’m not letting you in,’ she insisted.
    Jan has mellowed in a lot of ways, as have I, but there’s still plenty of steel in her spine. She held onto me.
    As I’d already blurted everything out to Paddy and Eileen there was no point in trying to deceive Jan.
    I told her about Sir Lew’s request, the notebook and my parents’ response.
    ‘Well, he’s obviously insane,’ she said bluntly. ‘Shouldn’t we phone the Lord Chancellor’s office or something and tell them that their poor old judge has flipped his wig?’
    ‘It’s the Ministry of Justice these days and weren’t you listening when I told you what he said about my alleged past misdemeanours?’
    ‘That’s a bluff. They’d find nothing, assuming that they did dig up half the gardens in Tarn. He didn’t have the name did he? There must be a hundred bankers living near the lake at Tarn.’
    ‘He did have the name but it’s not only that. There are plenty of people in the Greater Manchester Police Service who’d love to have a crack at me again especially if a judge raised suspicions.’
    ‘I should think they have enough to do with all this terrorism they’re always on about without bothering you.’
    ‘Some of them have long memories.’
    ‘Dave, stop being paranoid! You’ve got good friends in the police. Why, Brendan Cullen practically owes his career to you and he’s a detective chief inspector now!’
    ‘I’m not paranoid. There are people out to get me and Brendan’s only one man.’
    Jack Rix, the copper who’d tried to nail me for the Mangler murders may have been disgraced but he still has his supporters.
    ‘You’re in a state and I know you when you get like this. I don’t want you going round to the judge’s house and doing something we’ll both regret like ramming his wig down his throat. All that stuff’s in the past. You’ve got to forget about the Mangler and bloody Dee Elsworth and all that crap about Pimpernel Investigations. Our future’s here now.’
    ‘Jan, you know me … ’
    ‘I ought to.’
    ‘I’ve never been one of these people with total recall of every incident in their past life.’
    ‘Who is, Dave?’
    ‘Well, I mean I can remember things when I want to but I’m not trying to. I don’t want to be all bitter and twisted even though I have good reason. I’m already forgetting about my so-called colleagues who booted me out of my own business and were happy to see me banged up