‘I’ve got some bad news,’ he said. ‘It’s about Vanessa Lee. She’s been found – dead.’
The young man looked blank, still waking up to the world as well as a woman’s wretched fate. Soon after, his eyes glazed over as the truth hit home.
Holdsworth placed mugs on the table, the cool air amplifying the steam from the tea. It was a typical student house with a typically austere heating policy. Save money – and catch a cold!
Sant gave Jake a little space to let things sink in. Then, without even thinking about getting it wrong, he took an educated gamble on the semen recovered by Wisdom.
‘You had i*********e with Vanessa no more than an hour or two before her body was dumped in the cellar of a house on Brudenell Mount and left as rat fodder. You’re in a bit of a spot, Mr Downing.’
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