Abigail, along with Lillian and Suzie, had walked through the yellow crime scene tape surrounding the property to search the victim’s house for themselves.
“What I would have given for a house like this,” said Lillian. “These two rooms are as big as my flat was.”
Suzie looked out of the window into the back garden. “It’s big enough for a tennis court out there.”
“I wonder who will inherit it. That’s motive for killing her alone. It must be worth millions. I would be tempted,” laughed Abigail. She’d had a lovely house herself in the village. It hurt to think that someone else lived in it now, even if it was inherited by her nephew.
“She had two boys, but I don’t see any photos of them anywhere. I’m sure they got married and had kids, so it’s strange that there are no grandchildren’s sch
