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“Is that true?” Jenny asked. She continued slowly down the stairs. Tessa noticed that she had taken the opportunity to change clothes upstairs. She was now dressed in a short, light beige dress, with a strikingly plunging neckline and pumps in the same color. Not exactly the clothes she’d expected from a grieving widow. “Do you know that Ilonka? Phil?”
The Tank’s eyes darted from Jenny to Tessa and back again.
“Do you know that girl? One of the… the… victims who were found in our flat, the flat of Jacques and me?”
Tessa saw that Jenny was having a hard time. No wonder. The way Ilonka had died, or at least the way her body had been handled after her death, was horrifying.
“I …” Philip Norman did not finish his sentence. Made some useless gestures with his hands. Didn’t know what to
