What was I doing in Caroline’s bed?
Slowly, as I woke the memory of the night before fought its way into my mind. Staggering out of The Scutcher's Arms at gone midnight, eventually locating my bicycle propped up against the bus shelter. I wasn't sure then whether my undercover enquiries had been that successful.
Waking up in Caroline's bed let alone her house was still a mystery to me, the team of blacksmiths hard at work in my head stopped me thinking about...