CHAPTER 11
I’ve been giving DC Wilson some thought. I’m sure he’s attracted to me; the sideways looks that he thinks I don’t see, his attempts at reassurance; his willingness to call at my apartment. He’s obviously very much on the career ladder and isn’t going to jeopardise that without a very compelling reason. I’d been hoping to seduce him but my powers have so far failed.
Punctually at seven o’clock DC Wilson arrives, clean shaven to the point of baby’s bum smoothness and smelling sweetly of talc!
All this newly scrubbed cleanliness, coupled with his slightly chubby features, has the unfortunate result of making him look considerably younger than he actually is. I find his whole appearance so disconcerting I feel I should be offering him a Farley’s rusk rather than a glass of wine.
