Chapter SixAgnes hung around the hotel, waiting for the photographs to arrive. As it turned out, it was Alan himself who brought them.
“I can't stay long,” he told her. “As you can imagine, everyone is a little on edge at the moment. The body of Wendy Hamilton and the clothes she was wearing are with Doctor Nichols and his team and we are hoping to hear from him very soon. With a bit of luck, they'll find traces of DNA from her killer.”
Agnes nodded.
“Anyway, here are the photographs,” Alan said, handing her the pictures. “Take a look and tell me whether you think this is the man you saw with the victim.”
Agnes took a long look at the copy of the photo she had first seen in the newspaper. The picture was much clearer than the reproduction in the paper and she instantly recognised the m
