Chapter Ten
When Carl and Harry arrived at the Clarke house for their appointment with Joanna, there was a black BMW parked in the driveway.
‘Did she say anything about someone being here when you made the appointment, Boss?’
‘No,’ said Carl, wondering whether Joanna Clarke had called in a friend for moral support or a lawyer to protect her interests.
Harry rang the bell. The door was opened by a middle-aged man dressed in a dark suit offset by a white shirt and sky-blue tie.
‘Inspector West?’
‘Yes,’ said Carl.
‘Philip Carol. I represent Mrs Clarke. Please, come in. Mrs Clarke is waiting for us in the library.’
They crossed the entrance hall and entered the library.
‘I hope you don’t mind Philip being here, Inspector,’ said Joanna, ‘but I thought it best to have someone witness ou
