Chapter Twenty-One“Are you sure about that, Morris?”
The DCI had just heard that Agnes Lockwood was watching their suspect at the Gosforth Race Course.
“I mean, couldn't you be mistaking this person for her?”
Alan glanced at his sergeant and shrugged. “He could be wrong,” he whispered.
The phone was on speaker. Therefore Andrews could hear what Morris was saying.
“No, it's definitely Mrs Lockwood. I saw her while having breakfast at the hotel yesterday morning.”
Still looking at Andrews, Alan raised his eyes towards the ceiling.
“What's she doing now?” Alan asked, looking back down at the phone.
“Nothing… She's still watching Harrison.” He paused. “No, wait! He's going off somewhere and I think she is about to follow him.”
“Stop her!” Alan yelled.
“But I was told I shouldn't make
