‘What did I tell you? Waste of everybody’s bloody time.’ He opened the door and they stepped out into the yard. The mongrel behind the chain-link fencing set up a frenzied barking and Bysouth snarled at it to shut up, which it did immediately. The silent collie slunk alongside its master, keeping a shifty, sideways glance on the two women, while Reuben stepped close on their heels, a manœuvre which gave them no alternative but to walk towards the gate. But Abigail had no intention of being hustled. She stopped suddenly and turned, so that she almost collided face to face with Bysouth, not a happy experience.
‘Watch what you’re doing, can’t you?’ he growled.
Abigail ignored the gentlemanly manners. ‘Before we go, I’d just like to check on one or two other points. You told the officers who
