Thirty-Five
Pam Watson opened the door to her apartment when Carl pressed the buzzer but made no move to let them in.
‘What do you want? I’m not sure I should be speaking to you without a lawyer?’
‘We’re not here to talk about that, Ms Watson.’ Carl showed her his photograph of Ryan Whitaker. ‘The concierge downstairs told us Ryan was a frequent visitor. We’re looking into his background as part of a murder inquiry. Mind telling us how you know him?’
‘You’d better come in.’ She stepped back and allowed them to enter the apartment.
10C had a view over the hills, which Carl imagined would provide access to some spectacular sunrises for anyone up that early. He glanced around the open plan apartment as they walked into the family area, and noticed several photographs of a young boy and a
