“But our man does believe that?”
“I am sure every atrocity he commits is for Christ.” Pitman’s face was grim. “We met a few who committed horrors for such beliefs in the wars, did we not, Captain?”
“We did.”
The mortuary man had returned to the yard and was standing with his ear to the door. “I have other customers coming,” the man said. “Many others. There’s a lot of death about these days. Should I?”
He raised knuckles to the door. From behind it, they all heard her voice: “You may enter now.”
The other man did so but Coke pulled Pitman farther away from the door. His voice was low. “Do you think we can find this killer?”
“Perhaps. It may be that Mrs. Chalker can help us uncover some link between what happened in Finchley and her husband’s murder. It may also be time to reacquaint
