Cindy nodded, both at Fin and at Sergei. "Yep, I guess that would be a good idea," she said. She had been standing all the time, talking to the police and to the workmen, while everybody was huddling and calling their wives on their mobiles telling them that they'd be home late today because they'd found a dead body in the basement.
Cindy suddenly felt that her legs and joints were aching badly, and she really needed her wheelchair. "Can you get my chair from out there?" she asked Andras, and he shouldered his way through the lingering, cold men and fetched her wheelchair, and her computer, as he was at it.
She sat, asked him to put the computer in the bag hanging off the back -- she was past being worried about dignity and independence after all this -- and made a call herself, to Hanu's missus, who was looking after Axminster this afternoon as she was off work.
"Okay," she said to Andras and Fin when she was done, "she's going to walk Axminster along with Hanu; said little Rahul would be delighted. All is taken care of -- let's go for coffee and to arrange food."