Just as Sue was about to start up the van after she and Cleo had finished at Kelsey Road, a car drew up behind them and a woman with red hair jumped out of the passenger seat and ran towards the van.
‘Hold on a minute, I’d like a word, please. Are you Cleo Atkins?’ she asked, peering around Sue’s rotund form to where Cleo sat. ‘Oh, good, I’m Abigail Moon, Lavenstock CID.’
‘Well, we’re just on our way somewhere else, and we’re on a tight schedule,’ Sue replied sharply, putting the van into gear, immediately jumping to the conclusion that Cleo would want to avoid having that word.
‘Wait! Cleo, I used to work with your dad and Muriel Seton put me on to Mrs Storey, who told us you’d be here. I only want a quick few minutes. How about you getting in the car with us and we’ll follow your frie
