Chapter 42
Kitty snatched up the phone, praying that it would be Harry. It was hotel reception instead. ‘The police are here to see you, Mrs Abbott. Shall I send them up?’
The knock came at the door before she had time to put on her makeup. The mirror showed deep worry lines around her mouth, and shadows beneath her eyes. No wonder — she hadn’t slept a wink. Why hadn’t Harry called?
She opened the door to two officers, who introduced themselves, holding their hats and looking grim. ‘You might want to sit down, Mrs Abbott.’
‘No, just tell me.’ Kitty tried to prepare herself. She’d been practising weeping all week, but all she could manage was a single tear.
The older man, Sergeant Shaw, gave her a searching look. ‘Are you expecting bad news?’
‘Of course I am. You’re here, aren’t you?’
