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With Grey a pace behind him, Stone made his way up the path to the front door. Someone must have seen them through the living room window, he realised, because the door was opened just before his finger could press the bell. He recovered from his surprise quickly and flashed a smile.
“Mrs Eileen Rodgers?” he queried of the woman who stood in the doorway, guessing from her age that she was Jeffrey Rodgers’ wife, rather than his daughter.
“That’s right.” She nodded. “How can I help you?”
“Is your husband home?”
A concerned look crossed Eileen’s face. “What do you want with my husband? Who are you?”
“I’m sorry, I should have introduced myself,” Stone apologised. He took out his warrant card. “Detective Inspector Stone, and this is Detective Constable Grey. Is your husband home?” he a
