Chapter Twenty
Fanshaw was home. Alone. When Rafferty enquired about Mrs Fanshaw, he received an embarrassed look, and was curtly told she had gone.
‘Really? That’s a bit of luck. For you, anyway.’
‘It rather depends on how you look at it, Inspector. She did not leave unencumbered.’
‘Oh?’
‘No. She’s taken certain items that I’d really rather have back.’
‘You mean she’s taken some of your possessions?’
‘Yes. Well, in a manner of speaking.’
‘She has or she hasn’t. Which is it?’
‘I’d really rather not discuss it. It’s a private matter. Was there something you particularly wanted?’
‘Firstly, do you know where Mrs Fanshaw has gone?’
‘No. And I would really rather you didn’t keep calling her by my name. She’s got a name of her own.’
‘Mrs Tracey Briggs.’
‘Just so.’
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