The moment the recorder was set up, and before anything else could be said, Eileen Hobbs’ solicitor got stuck into Nathan.
“I wish to make it clear, Inspector,” Helen Edwards said in a voice that was used to being listened to and obeyed, “that I am far from happy with the way my client has been treated thus far. She has been in custody now for more than twelve hours without being charged, without even being questioned. This is an outrageous way to treat a woman of her years, especially one who is a respected member of the local business community. You can be assured that I will be lodging a complaint with your superiors.”
“That is your prerogative, Ms Edwards,” Nathan said. He was neither surprised nor bothered by the threat, he was accustomed to being threatened by solicitors, who alway
