Chapter Forty-ThreeOnce Alan left the room, Agnes sat by the window and looked down onto the quayside. The recently swollen river, wildly slapping at the sides of the quay, had subsided a little. It looked less frightening than it had a couple of days ago.
Agnes loved to look at the river from her window. There was something about watching the water as it flowed downstream which helped her to relax. She cast her mind back to when she had arrived on Tyneside. Was it really only a few days ago? So much had happened in such a short time.
It was on her first day back in the city, while taking a leisurely stroll through the park, that she had stumbled across the body in the park. She shook her head as she recalled the scene. The poor man had almost been torn to pieces. What kind of person in
