Otto Strikes Back
Inspector Collier was wound tighter than a spring. So far, the trip home from Harwich was uneventful. Except, that is, for the unexpected presence of an extra adult squeezed between the three children in the backseat. He thought the addition of a translator by his son and fiancé was a swell idea. There was an obvious need for one to help ensure a smooth transition for the children. But did she have to be so damn attractive? He glanced at Lila beside him holding the three-year-old. The road ahead wasn’t busy. This young person will be living with us for an indeterminate length of time. I don’t know how Lila will react to it. Two women in the house! I dread the thought. My life is about to change. And not for the better. The child pushed away from Lila with a whimper.
From the backseat, Irma Zanker’s hand settled on Lila’s shoulder. “She doesn’t mean anything by it. She misses her parents like all of the children do. After three days of travel, they’re exhausted and confused.”
“And, you—how are you faring?” He turned onto the A12 toward London.
“I guess I’m alright.”
They drove for a while without saying a word
“My goodness!” Irma exclaimed.
Collier glanced into his rearview mirror. The children in her care were fast asleep. “Their necks are like springboards at that age. They won’t snap, Irma.”
Irma engaged his eyes. “I know you’re right, Mister Collier. Nevertheless, while they’re in my charge, I’ll not take any chances.”