Trial & Retribution [antikvár]

Chapter 1 THURSDAY 5 SEPTEMBER. MORNING It had rained in the night, just as the television said it would, and water lay aroimd in pools and puddles, making the asphalt of the estate's roads, walkways and playground shine. It was the only time the place looked halfway clean, just after a shower. Even better when the sun was out - nothing Hke a few rays on the wet ground to give a bit of sparkle. But even on a cloudy day, like today, the view from the sixth floor looked better in the eyes of Enid Marsh. The weeks of the summer heatwave, trapped in her flat, had seemed endless. 'Flat? Prison cell more like,' she muttered to herself, wiping the kitchen surfaces down. Had she wiped them already.!" Couldn't remember. Anyway, soon Mrs Wald would be here with her meals on wheels. Got to lay the table. She shuffled painfully into the lounge and stood for a moment in the middle of the room. The television murmured in its corner - something about a by-election. Her eyes slid past the screen on which a reporter was talking earnestly in front of a polling booth. Politics. Life's too short - and that's one thing the politicians will never tell you. Enid blanked out the reporter's voice and looked