Chapter 11Tea at the vicarage
“Please come in, Inspector Ross, Sergeant Drake. I'm Simon, Simon Blake.”
Ross and Drake followed the Vicar of St. Mark's church into a neat and tidy parlour, furnished as Ross would have expected a churchman's home to be, with a red leather three-piece suite taking centre stage in the room, a mahogany coffee table strategically placed in the middle of the room. Beneath the bay window, which overlooked an expansive lawn, planted with well established shrubs and trees of varying species, stood a desk, also in mahogany, on which stood a modern laptop computer and printer, an open invitation to a thief, Drake thought to herself, but also typical of the trusting nature of a man of the cloth. Along the adjacent wall a bookcase held a fairly eclectic collection of
