Blake opened his front door and welcomed Rick Waters in, leading him through to his office and inviting Rick to have a seat.
“You said you have some news?” Blake asked.
“I do.” Rick bent down and pulled out an envelope from the cross-body satchel he’d carried in, placing the envelope on the table, and tipping it up, the contents tumbled out, all photos, “This is the photo you sent me of the earring you found on Motutawa. These,” he pointed to the other photos, “Are from an insurer and they represent a set of jewellery that were originally the property of a Mrs Winifred Hamilton, wife of Sir Reginald Hamilton, one time Mayor and wealthy trucking guy. On Winifred’s death the set passed to her daughter, Mrs Agnes Compton.”
“Holy s**t,” Blake muttered, “Agnes Compton, as in the same woman l
