Seven
As they approached the house, Carl noticed a movement in the lace curtains hanging in the window of the front room. When they stepped onto the porch, the door was opened by a diminutive woman with a sun wrinkled face and silver hair pulled into a tight bun.
‘Mrs Cameron?’ said Carl.
‘Yes.’
‘I’m Detective Inspector West and this is Senior Constable Head, who called you earlier this morning. May we come in?’
Mrs Cameron stepped back into the hallway, holding the door by its round china handle.
‘Please, come in. I suspect you gentlemen could use a cuppa after your trip up from the city. Do you prefer coffee or tea?’
‘A cup of tea would be nice,’ said Carl.
‘Tea will be fine for me, thank you,’ said Charlie.
‘Well, go through to the kitchen then. It’s down the end there. We can
