She drove into the customer parking area in front of the Wauchope Hotel, stopped a few metres from the front door, and sat for a moment looking at the hotel and its uninspiring surrounds. Eventually she got out of her vehicle, locked the door, and walked purposefully to the entrance.
She recognised the police almost immediately. They were the only two people in the dining room, and they had cop written all over them. She strode determinedly to where they sat at the rear of the dining room. Their breakfast order had arrived, and they were both eating.
“Which one of you is Inspector Foley?” she asked sternly.
Sam pointed to Foley, and Foley pointed to Sam. “He is,” they said in unison.
“Very funny,” Lillian said, sarcastically.
Sam lowered his fork, laden with eggs, to the side of his p
