“Um… Good morning, Madam. You are Mrs Samantha Tyron, aren’t you?”
“Yes. What do you want with me?”
“I’m Inspector Sweeney. I’m in charge of the Amanda Nelson case. Can I bother you for a few minutes? It’s for my investigation.”
“Wait a minute. Show me your badge. You must have one. Because if you’re a reporter…”
“Here you are. I am a police officer.” “Oh… You’re English?”
“I’m Scottish, Mrs Tyron, from Scotland. Would you like to go and sit at that table in the back?”
“No, let’s stay here. Bobby knows me. We can talk here, right, Bobby?”
The young man behind the bar confirmed her statement with a conspiratorial wink. She was obviously not on her first drink. At ten thirty in the morning, it’s impressive! thought the astonished Sweeney.
“Okay. You knew Mrs Nelson, the woman who was
