Chapter Twenty-FiveTrevor wrenched open the door to the interrogation room and strode inside.
Norbert Bettridge sat in the wooden chair on the far side of the table, an enigmatic smile on his face. “Good afternoon, Detective Inspector. Nice to see you again.”
“Thank you for coming in today, Mr. Bettridge. I’m sure you’re a busy man and have other places to be.”
“I’m never too busy to help the police.”
Trevor seated himself and laid the Harrell case file on the table. This Bettridge fellow acted like he was doing Trevor a favor, rather than being eager to provide vital information to help catch the killer of a good friend. “We appreciate that.”
“Are you any closer to proving that husband of hers murdered Amelia?”
“I’m not at liberty to discuss my findings on the case. I’m sure you und
