Burke pressed the doorbell and stepped back to wait. There was no car in the drive so he couldn’t be certain anyone was home, but he hoped someone was because he didn’t fancy delivering the news of his son’s death to Jeremy Banks at his place of work.
It was a couple of minutes before the door was opened by a woman with a pleasant and welcoming smile, warm eyes, and a motherly air.
“Mrs Kate Banks?” Burke asked.
“Yes, that’s me. How can I help you?”
“I’m Detective Sergeant Burke, and this is Detective Constable Georgius. May we come in? I’m afraid we need to speak to you about your son, Graham.”
“Of course.” Kate Banks stepped back so the two detectives could enter the house. “What is it about Graham you’d like to talk to me about?” she asked as she closed the door behind her guests a
