Police Constable Tom Bennett had spent the last hour walking along Becklesfield High Street, asking if anyone had either seen Dora Bream late on Saturday, or had seen the argument that had taken place with Major Cove on the Wednesday. Plenty had seen her leaving the church and buying a few things in the village shop, but only Mrs Merry, from the flower shop, had seen them shouting at each other. But as hard as she had tried, she couldn’t hear what was being said.
Tom then tried the charity shop – ‘Wet & Wildlife’. He knew this was Hayley’s favourite shop. She would have a clear-out and take a bagful to donate, but then would come home with two bags. Skirts mainly, or any unusual ornaments, which she would then take back the next time.
Hang on a minute, he thought, and stopped in his trac
