A blast of heat hit him, and Alex stepped back in surprise when the door was yanked open by Edna Gallacher. It was clear she"d been standing waiting at the door because he"d barely had the chance to lower his hand from pressing the doorbell.
Small and rake thin, a shock of pure white curls crested the lady"s wizened old face. She peered at Alex"s warrant card before pointing to a closed door. “They"re in there, sitting at the kitchen table. They said they wanted me to give them some privacy. You"d better go on in.”
“Not just yet,” Alex replied. “I"d like to ask you some questions first, if I may. Is there somewhere we can sit? Tall and muscular, Alex was a big man in any circumstances, but by contrast, standing next to the old lady, he appeared to be a giant.
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