THE FIRST EX-MRS AINSLEY was surprised to have the police visiting again, but she welcomed them into her home and made them tea.
Once she’d sat down, Rafferty explained the reason for the second visit. ‘You said last time I spoke to you that your ex-husband “wasn’t the marrying kind”. What did you mean by that?’
Stella Ainsley didn’t reply immediately. Instead she sipped her tea and gave Rafferty an assessing glance. Then, as if coming to a decision, she set her tea down on the glass coffee table and sat back, her slender figure holding the posture of the ex-model that he guessed she might have been; a trophy wife for the sporting star.
‘I’ve no proof of what I’m about to say. I just feel it here.’ She placed a hand on her stomach. ‘It’s a gut feeling.’
Rafferty nodded. He knew all abo
