Thursday had been a hectic day. I’d been on the go from the moment Doris arrived on my doorstep at seven thirty in the morning. We’d confronted Bob with his suspicious package, and then spent hours at the police station, the day culminating in that nocturnal fiasco at the market. Which was why it wasn’t until the following morning that I remembered the photos I had taken at the holiday let where Angie and Hu were staying, photos of documents. To get the photos off my phone, I emailed them to myself and then opened them on my desktop computer, the larger screen making the images easier to view.
The documents turned out to be letters. From the letterhead of one, I saw that Cartwright Holdings was a construction company. My skin prickled as I read the addressees of the correspondence. One wa
