With the benefit of hindsight3/13/2023 But most of all, a look of love, unconcealed, all-absorbing. The woman was bringing over the tray of drinks and as she set it down on their table she looked at the child and her face broke into a smile and seemed to blaze up at the sight, as if she had been bathed in sunshine. Its lolling head was too large and it wore a bib into which it was dribbling. Children like that could be any age.Ĭhildren like that. She did not know how old it might be, only that it was not a baby. It had not been taken out of its pushchair and it was turned slightly to face Carrie. She looked at it.Īnd then she saw the other child. A baby was on her lap, its arms jerking up and down like the arms of a string puppet, not yet within its control. One woman had gone to the counter, the other sat with the children. She came here for peace and quiet, a place where she could be safely herself, and sooner or later people and their racket always drove her away. Every cup and saucer clattered, cutlery clashed, the sudden noise of the coffee machine muffled speech. The refectory was noisy because all the surfaces were hard. They came down the aisle towards her, and settled down at a table with a lot of fuss and chat and coat removing and chair scraping. Then the swing doors opened again and there was bumping and shuffling and voices. She pushed some crumbs around her plate with her forefinger, and pressed them together to form a ball. A lot of the people who helped out in the cathedral and this visitors’ centre were cheery. No, not flowers, Carrie remembered that the flower arrangers came in as a group, three or four of them, clattering their trays and talking cheerily. Colin was incapable of working anything out except the figures he saw on his computer screen from early morning until late at night, the white electronic arrows moving up and down.Ī woman came into the refectory, took a tray, gave her order, the sort of woman who usually came in here, a volunteer who manned the shop, or sat behind the new glass counter giving out information and leaflets, or arranged the flowers. Perhaps she would not have to tell him, she thought, spreading butter on her scone, perhaps he would work it out for himself. She did not come to the cathedral to pray, she had no particular belief, though sometimes she spoke aloud to someone, someone who might be listening, and if there was no one and she was only talking to herself, it still helped. Carrie got her pot of tea and a cheese scone, and went to the far end of the cafe, beside a glass wall through which she could see the tiled space beyond. It was cool and beautiful there, a calm place, like the ancient cathedral itself, and there were only a few people in the refectory. She went down the side street towards the cathedral, past the great west door and into the new visitors’ centre which had opened just before Christmas, to equal choruses of delight and disapproval. She felt a surge of panic, and the need to move, to get away, though it was herself she really wanted to get away from. Her hair was damp from the drizzle, as were the sleeves of her coat and the handles of her tote bag. A man sat in a doorway on a piece of old matting, with a dog and a mug of coppers, and spat on the pavement. Someone bumped into her, someone else almost tripped her up. There were cafes on either side, new and smart, old and comfortable, but all full. She had come out of the newsagent’s in a churn of anxiety about what she had found out, what was happening, and until she had processed it in her head, she could not walk into the house and face Colin. She had nothing else to do but she did not want to go home. Read on for an extract from The Benefit of Hindsight!Ĭarrie wanted to stay out longer. In this, the tenth Simon Serrailler crime novel, Simon must battle his own demons as Lafferton struggles to cope with a series of crimes that threaten the very sanctity of hearth and home. A serious error of judgement in the investigation puts Simon’s reputation on the line and calls into question how full his recovery has really been. Lafferton is going through a quiet patch, so far as crime is concerned, until one rainy night two local men open their front door to a couple seeking shelter. He is back in harness at Lafferton CID, but is spending his spare time high up in the cathedral roof, making drawings of the medieval angels which are being restored. On the face of it, DC Simon Serrailler has had time to recuperate after the violent incident that cost him his arm, and nearly his life. The Benefit of Hindsight is the brand new crime novel by Susan Hill, bestselling author of the Simon Serrailler series.
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