“HELLO, MS DENNINGS, I’m Detective Inspector Stone, in case you weren’t aware,” Nathan greeted the woman in the bed. “It is Ms Dennings, isn’t it? Ms Laura Dennings. This is your bank card.” He held up the bank card Louisa and Jennifer Pierson had found, which Louisa had had in her pocket throughout the pursuit of the fleeing murder suspect. “We found it in the room you booked under the name Elizabeth Creek.”
The woman, who no longer appeared so mousy or librarian-looking as she had when he first saw her in the hotel dining room, stared at him without saying anything. There was malevolence in her look that made Nathan think she must be a better than average actor to have concealed it so well during her stay at The Moor’s Edge.
“There’s no point denying who you are,” Nathan continued. “No
