‘That’s for sure.’
‘Well, Madame,’ Samia said to the woman, ‘we haven’t found anything that might explain your husband’s death.’
‘I don’t understand, we had such a quiet life, my husband and me,’ sobbed the woman.
‘Okay, okay, don’t overdo it!’ replied Samia, losing her patience slightly.
The woman showed them out and began shutting the gate behind them.
‘Wait a sec!’ ordered Samia.
‘Yes?’ replied the woman.
‘Can you tell me what happened to your wall?’ Samia said, pointing to the black marks on either side of the gate.
‘I’ve no idea. It was probably some kids throwing paint on the wall. We always got home late, you know, so…’ the woman said fatalistically.
‘We’ll have a look to see what it is, all the same. Daniel, will you ask Forensics to come and take some samples?’ Then, turn
