Chapter Thirty-FiveAgnes had been a little surprised that Alan had risen and left the hotel before even having breakfast. When she had mentioned it, he had tried to reassure her by saying that he simply wanted to get an early start. But, though she hadn't said anything, she hadn't been convinced.
She hadn't failed to notice that Alan hadn't slept well. How could she? He had tossed and turned all night, occasionally banging his fist against his pillow. Could it be that the case was getting him down? However, she was aware that Alan had been a detective for quite some time, so why would this case make him more uneasy than any other he had worked on in the past? He was a chief inspector, for goodness' sake. No! There had to be something else on his mind – but what?
Once breakfast was over,
