Chapter 11Elizabeth Andrews liked to talk and she had opinions on every subject. Whether it was the price of bread, the weather, President Obama or Dancing on Ice, Libby had something to say about it. Paul had been with her in the interview room for over an hour and had yet to get all the answers he required. He really didn't have the energy for Libby Andrews this morning. He was finding it difficult to get a word in edgeways, let alone steer the conversation in the direction required.
“So Miss Andrews, you're absolutely sure he said he was going to visit the Evangelical Church? That's the one at Busby?”
“Yes, that's what he said, but I don't think he knew the area, and he didn't actually say he was going to Busby. It's a lovely, friendly church, the Evangelical, he might have gone there
