Chapter 6Albert
“Albert Cretingham?” Ross asked the man who responded to his second knock on the door. Albert Cretingham looked older than his years, standing around five feet ten or eleven, his brown hair cut short in an old-fashioned short back and sides style. There were a few patches of premature grey visible at the sides and back, and Cretingham had a thin, hawkish face, with heavy eyebrows that gave him a slightly demonic look in Drake's mind,
Both Ross and Drake had taken note of the small but pristine garden at the front of the cottage style house, even the concrete path to the door being totally clear of weeds or moss, unusual in this day and age.
“Who wants to know?” the man replied.
Both detectives held up their warrant cards.
“Detective Inspector Ross and Detective Sergean
