Forty
DC Beard knocked on the door of the house opposite Marion Walker’s, and showed his badge to the elderly lady that answered his knock.
‘I was wondering if you were home on Saturday the twenty-first of May, the day the Bays thrashed the Eagles?’
‘Only until mid-day, Luv, then we went to the game. We never miss a game when they play at home.’
‘Do you know the lady that lives across the road in number eleven by any chance?’
‘Well, I’ve met her, but she keeps pretty much to herself. Why do you want to know?’
‘I need to confirm her whereabouts on that day. Did you happen to notice whether she went out before you went to the football?’
‘Just a minute, young man. I’ll ask my husband. He’s in the garden every Saturday morning. If anyone had seen her, it would be Bill.’
Nigel surveyed
