Chapter Fourteen
Ginny Phelps had been mildly surprised when she had received the call from her neighbour to take coffee with her that morning. Not that she hadn’t been invited before, if infrequently, normally in company with Louise Fraser – as she had been before the divorce and return to her maiden-name – but, up until the call, she hadn’t even been aware Rin Hasekura was back from her trip to Japan.
And it wasn’t the only thing that surprised the widowed and somewhat prim and proper woman in her late-fifties, given her knowledge that neighbour lived alone by choice with only odd interventions from the cleaner, gardener, window-cleaner and assorted odd-job men necessary for the property’s upkeep.
The door to Rin’s Blackheath home had been opened by a man.
And a man who looked vaguel
