Chapter Thirty-EightBoth Mrs Ann Western and her niece, Janice, were distraught when they identified the body in the morgue as that of John Western.
“Why? Why? Why?” Vera Western had wailed, when Doctor Nichols peeled back the sheet covering the face and upper part of the victim. She would have fallen to the floor if Alan and the pathologist hadn't caught her in time.
“I don't mean to upset you any further, Mrs Western, but how can you be so sure that this man is your husband?” Alan asked, once Mrs Western had recovered from her ordeal. By now, both she and her niece were seated in more relaxed surroundings at the police station.
“His hair,” Ann Western replied. She glanced across at her niece and Janice nodded.
“You see, John never changed his hairstyle. Styles came and went, but John
