CHAPTER THREE
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COMPLETELY ABSORBED by her thoughts about Mary and her own husband, Alice remained in front of the sink where she had washed the cups. When someone knocked, she went to open the door and found James, the policeman she had talked to earlier, and another man waiting on the stoop.
They greeted her and asked for a few moments of her time. She invited them inside and led them to the living room.
Alice was very proud of her living room. She’d chosen the colours with care. Neutral colours complimented each other to create a relaxing atmosphere.
“Mrs Thompson,” the older man began, “I’m CI McNamara and you already know DS James. I’m sorry to be so direct, but Mrs Dobbs was killed last night.”
“Oh, God! I knew something was wrong when I saw the police. And, she didn’t c
