SEVENTY-NINE
‘This person, presumed to be the killer of Alice, opened up the boot of the VW Golf, lifted out a wrapped bundle which we assume to be Alice’s body, carried it across the car park and dropped it over the wall here,’ she indicated as a ripple of horror and disgust swirled around the room.
‘The perpetrator put the bicycle into the boot, closed the lid, and then climbed over the wall himself. Carrying the body of Alice Salthouse, he walked along the footpath,’ the beam of the laser tracked the route along the pathway, ‘until he reached this point here.’
Almost everybody in the room leaned closer to get a clearer view. Grace waited, allowing the silence, broken only by a raucous cough, to harden, This was the dramatic pinnacle of her presentation.
‘At this point of the river,
