Chapter Twelve
Churcher’s Cottage
Dorothy Churcher, known as Dot to her friends, finished her tea and took the cup and saucer over to the sink. She had finished her evening meal, such as it was, over an hour before and the dishes were now sitting in the plastic bowl waiting to be washed up. There was no rush.
However, the water in the kettle was still warm and there was no point in wasting it. So she poured some of it into the bowl then added a small squirt of Fairy Liquid. She picked up a brush, the one with a wooden handle, heaved a sigh, and set to work
As she mechanically wiped at the dishes she looked around the large empty kitchen and at the big oak table that dominated the room. There were four sturdy wooden chairs at the table — but only one place had been set. Dot used her sle
