“His wife is beside herself. Frank Barlow keeps to a routine. At the end of the pier before dawn, home by eight am. Stops to buy the paper on the way back, along with croissants for their breakfast.”
“That’s pretty specific.” Ben surveyed the car park. Why was he here again?
Detective Andy Montebello grinned. “Wrote it down. They have an arrangement. He fishes for dinner three days a week and buys them both breakfasts. She cooks him his favourite meals. Been this way for six years, ever since they moved to a town house up the road.”
“No previous history of deviating from this? Catching up with a friend? No arguments?”
“Not according to Mrs Barlow. Been married forty-two years, retired when they moved here. He was a teacher, she worked in retail. No children. Committed couple from the s
