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“Mrs Hawkins?” Stone queried when the door opened.
The middle-aged lady who stood in the doorway nodded. “Yes, that’s me. Can I help you?”
“DI Stone,” he introduced himself. “This is my partner, DS Burke, may we speak to you?”
“Of course, please come in.” Mrs Hawkins guided them to the living room. “If you’ll excuse me for a moment, I must see to something in the kitchen.” Leaving them to seat themselves, she slipped away.
“So, how can I help you, gentlemen?” Sharon Hawkins asked when she returned to the living room, a smudge of flour now decorating her left cheek.
“We’d like to speak to you about your car, if that’s alright,” Stone told her.
Puzzled, Sharon Hawkins looked at the inspector for a couple of seconds before she responded. “Of course it’s alright, inspector, but why d
