Chapter Seventeen
Moving On
Arthur Teale’s cottage was one of a pair of red brick buildings, set well back from the road and backing onto a hill of rolling grassland. A generous portion of land surrounded each of the houses and a couple of large wooden outbuildings were visible to the rear.
The property next to Teale’s was tidy and well maintained, but it was obvious that Arthur had been more into mechanics than gardening, and his property had more the appearance of a scrapyard.
Don parked his van on the road and walked up the cobbled path to the front door. He was carrying his briefcase but, to look a bit less official, he left his hat in the vehicle.
The door was answered by a woman who Don immediately recognised from the inquest as being Arthur Teale’s sister-in-law. She was a thic
