Adam Kennedy was at home when Jessica Babalola called on him. If he was surprised to see a diminutive black detective on his doorstep, he gave no sign of it. ‘You’d best come in, love,’ was all he said after she had introduced herself and shown him her warrant card.
There a strong smell of wet dog in the house and she was not surprised when a large black Labrador come over to meet and inspect her. She was nervous around large dogs and was pleased, when, after a sniff at her proffered hand, the dog wagged his tail and walked away.
‘That’s Jason,’ Kennedy said, ‘he’s a real p***y cat.’ Which was not the description that Jessica would have used. ‘So, what’s it all about then?’ he asked, as they sat down in his front room and he’d turned the television off.
‘You attended a spiritualist me
