Three minutes later, she opened the door for Sergeant Mike Willows. He was a man of average height, ordinary looks and in his forties. Emily doubted she would ever recognise him again.
“Thank you,” he said with a genuine smile when he entered the hallway. “You are right to be cautious, of course. Let me show you what a badge looks like, for future reference.”
Sergeant Willows produced the badge in its plastic case. Emily peered at the insignia. It looked just like what she had seen on TV, and she doubted that TV cops had real badges.
“Can we go upstairs to your apartment? This is a private conversation.”
Emily nodded and led the sergeant up the stairs. She was still shaken when she got inside. Munchkin rubbed herself against her legs, and she picked the cat up to give herself something
