The part of the picture that is between the foreground and backgroundHenare clattered down the stairs and entered the lounge with his lips curving upward in a smile. He flipped his notebook closed and placed it into his inside jacket pocket without looking. “Your wife has corroborated your statement,” he concluded. “The approximate time of death for Nathan Watson is after you left the RSA and before you drove from your property to travel to Auckland yesterday.” His irises sparkled. “You stopped for petrol in Huntly at the start of your journey. The security cameras at the garage show your vehicle still covered in ice. I’m satisfied you’d driven for less than ten minutes.”
He turned to leave and Roddy cleared his throat. I saw the mental dilemma in his eyes. Did it matter anymore that I’d
