“I knew her,” the woman said as her voice changed in tone, almost as though she was in a dreamlike state.
“And why were you there that night?”
“I was just walking, just walking, and I saw them and followed them.”
“Listen, Miss Jones, you should go to the police. Tell them what you"ve told me,” they heard Wallace say, but then came the sound of the phone being hung up. She"d gone, and all that now played on Wallace"s recorder was the sound of static.
* * *
“I"m sorry I couldn"t get any more, Inspector,” said Wallace.
“Don"t apologise, Mr. Wallace. You did well to keep her on the line that long and get that much from her,” Ross said in reply, his face showing deep thought and worry.
“You look concerned, Andy,” George Thompson ventured, seeing the frown on Ross"s face.
“I"m very conce
