Chapter Nineteen
It was ten thirty, on a warm spring morning three weeks after Doug Clarke’s death, when Harry and Nigel walked into the offices of Richmond and Wells Accounting to interview Samuel Richmond. He was waiting for them.
‘We were expecting Gail back from leave two weeks ago, Sergeant.’
‘Have you heard from her?’ said Harry.
‘Well, no, and, as I told John Snow, we can’t get her on the phone either.’
‘Her mobile phone was found in her Portside apartment.’
‘I wasn’t aware she had an apartment down in the city until John mentioned it,’ said Samuel. ‘I thought she was living up here.’
‘Has anyone been around to where she was living?’
‘I sent my son around to see if she was alright when she didn’t come to work,’ said Samuel. ‘He’s been to her house several times, but there’s
