By the time McManus had finished his business, Laurie had put his empty mug down and unobtrusively edged out of the door, taking advantage of Patsy’s occupation with a phone call. He was standing in the weak sunlight, relishing it on his face after the long months indoors despite the sharp March wind that accompanied it, when the other man followed him out. What Laurie assumed was McManus’ car was parked along the lane. It was a smart sports car of a make Laurie had never seen before.
“Yours?” he asked, nodding at it as the other man came up beside him, just for something to say.
“Yes. TVR Vixen. A bit of a self-indulgence really, ‘specially out here.”
“She’s beautiful,” said Laurie. And she was. Painted an unobtrusive dark green, she gleamed sleekly in the spring sunlight.