ONE HUNDRED FIFTY-ONE
Despite the double yellow lines, Grace parked the Alpha Romeo Giulia Quadrifoglio outside ‘Hair by Hélène’ on Chapelgate as a one-man Ford Focus patrol car drew up and stopped behind her. It was early evening and the shops along the street were beginning to shut down for the day.
Once inside, Grace showed her warrant card, and asked to speak to ‘Graham’ the manager, hoping that he had not already left.
Ivy Grigsby had told Grace and Emma that she found Graham, the manager at ‘Hair by Hélène’ creepy. She could not quite put her finger on what it was that disturbed her about his behaviour. He never said anything untoward, he was always chatty and friendly, but she thought there was nothing behind his eyes, they just looked like black holes.
She had seen him talking
