Gladys Blundell wrung her hands in distress as the investigating team began to search through the chest of drawers in the Blundell’s bedroom.
Getting into the bedroom had involved another stand-off with Blundell, who angrily barred access to the room, his arms spread out, belly thrust forward as though to provide an additional barrier.
‘No f*****g way are you lot getting in here,’ he blustered. ‘This is our bedroom, for f**k’s sake, our bedroom. Private, personal and no f*****g way are you going to upset my wife by going through her things in there. Personal, woman’s things. Lady stuff.’
‘Bert, what’re they looking for, what’re they looking for?’ Gladys Blundell implored yet again; it had been her constant mantra ever since the team had gained entry into her home.
‘I’ve told thee, Glad
