Brian - part 4

continued from part 3

Two men stood square on to the door. One fiddled in his coat pockets till he fished out an identity card.

“Mrs McDonald?”

Aunt Cath peered over my shoulder. “Ooh, you got married? Lovely.”

“We'd like to speak to your husband.” The second man had a deep voice and wore a suit, I must admit, very well.

“No, no, no. I don't have a husband.”

“You haven't split up already?”

I took a deep breath. “If it's Brian you're after, he's not my husband. He's just a friend – with an emphasis on the 'just'”

“He went out earlier.”

“Er, thank you Aunt Cath.”

The deep voiced man looked into my eyes. “Do you know where he is?”

I was now caught between loyalty to Brian and a pair of brown eyes I'd known for less than 3 minutes.

“I...er...yes, possibly.”

From the back of the police car, I could see Kevin balancing on the back of the sofa, nose pushed against the window. An unfamiliar feeling washed over me – a mix of responsibility and affection. I half-waved and gave him my best 'I'll be back” face when Aunt Cath appeared waggling a dog chew. In an instant, he was gone.

continue to part 5