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It took a solid thirty seconds of Wendy standing with her finger pressed on the doorbell for Queenie Kinsella to hear it. Once the noise of the vacuum cleaner had finally wound down and she’d trotted over to the door and opened it, Wendy was already wishing she could leave.
‘Queenie Kinsella? I’m Detective Sergeant Wendy Knight and this is—’
‘Detective Sergeant Luke Baxter,’ he added, interrupting.
‘Ah yes, Terri spoke to your friend on the phone earlier. Do come in, won’t you? I’m sorry if I didn’t hear the bell at first,’ she said, continuing to talk as she waddled through into the kitchen. ‘It’s this blasted hoover. Can’t hear a thing over it. Always having to run it round, too. Gets harder and harder to keep a house clean as you get older, see. I thought it’d be easier after my
