CHAPTER EIGHT
‘Mrs Paterson…Can I call you Evelyn?’ said the police officer.
‘Oh, yes, Evelyn is fine’, she said agreeably.
‘Mrs, sorry, Evelyn, I have asked you to speak with us in the hope that your knowledge of your son, Simon, might be able to help us locate him. I understand that this might be difficult for you. However, with your help, you might be able to prevent…well, to prevent another murder.’
The officer felt sorry for Evelyn. She looked like a nice elderly woman. She was well turned out but she looked frail and had that ‘lost’ look in her pale grey eyes. He wondered if those eyes once glistened and sparkled with life before now.
‘I’m more than happy to help, Officer. We all want the same outcome. We need Simon back at the hospital, and no one wants to see another murder, b
