‘Yes, what is it?’ a thin faced woman asked when she opened the door, anxiously looking up and down the road, obviously looking for somebody. Her face took on an apprehensive cast. ‘Is it Rosie?’ she asked intuitively.
‘Mrs Palmer is it?’ asked Yarrow quietly as he took off his trilby hat, holding it in his left hand. ‘I’m Detective Inspector Christopher Yarrow and this is DS Marcus Harding. May we come in?’
‘Yes, I’m Ethel Palmer, has something happened to Rose, she’s been gone hours? Is she in trouble?’ she asked plaintively.
‘May we come in and I’ll explain everything, or at least as much as I can.’
‘Who is it?’ shouted an angry voice from within.
‘It’s the police, they’ve come about Rosie,’ Ethel shouted, glancing back nervously, her right hand clasping a small crucifix to her
