They came off the M4 motorway at half past two giving them a good half hour to find the Turner house in Chiswick. Moving slowly along the main street into Chiswick, Joanne looked at her sat nav and heard the voice tell her to keep on this road for one and a half miles. Henry was just coming round after having dozed off in the car round about Slough and Joanne had left him alone.
‘I keep thinking more and more,’ she told the now wide-awake Henry, ‘that one of these women hold the key to what actually happened to Jim on that last night.’
‘The one he saw on his last night? Holly Roberts?’
‘Possibly, but how do we know she was the last person to see him that night?’
Henry shook his head. Joanne glanced at his face briefly and turned her attention back to the road as traffic was thickening
