Chapter TwentyEarly Friday evening, Trevor entered the building that housed Ruth’s flat. Would she be home yet? Would Varis? Perhaps she had heard from Ruth. He ascended the stairs to the second floor then counted doors on his way down the hallway, stopping in front of the fifth one. He raised his hand to knock, but the door flew open.
Varis stood in the doorway wearing a black sweater over gray slacks, her handbag strap draped over her shoulder. Her eyes widened. “Oh, DI Gelson, you startled me. Ruth isn’t here. She hasn’t returned yet.”
“Oh. Not surprising, I guess, based on what the note said.” He stepped back. “You’re going out. Are you on a schedule? I wonder if you might have a few minutes.”
“I’m trying to get to the market before it closes. They may not have much selection, but m
