A newspaper on his lap, Tom read the latest on the rumour mill.
Gossip in the main, but sometimes a story caught his eye, written to help the truth emerge, but surrounded by the rumour mill. Celebrities, their affair general knowledge. Politicians, and their ever changing corruption, but the general public always aware it is happening.
No, nothing in that interested him, just the feel good story of the day.
A woman, who he had thought to be dead, smiling for the camera. She was older now, but hadn’t changed. The smile still didn’t reach her eyes, the heart hardened against a world, which threw her in turmoil as a child.
A murderer in their midst and nobody knew it but him.
What should he do? Go up to her, confront the murderess about her villainous past? Each husband lined up for their money. Now she was about to be married again, under a different name, to a duke.
She would only deny it and him, her first husband, her only husband. Lies would follow like a trail of ants. No, he would bide his time. Perhaps hire a private detective to follow her.
Make sure her future victim was safe.