Chapter Six
Beard nodded again towards a plump woman in her mid-thirties who was currently the only occupant of the station's waiting area. Her reddened nose and eyes revealed she was upset. This redness did no more to improve her plain appearance than did her mannish tweed trouser suit and stout brown brogues.
‘Name of Sandrine Agnew — Ms, I shouldn't wonder,’ Beard added. ‘Claims she's a good friend of Felicity Raine and demanded to speak to the officer in charge. Said she's got evidence—’
‘Evidence, yes. I'm always glad of more of that. Ms Agnew, you say?’
Beard nodded.
Rafferty beckoned Llewellyn and they crossed the floor to the waiting area. ‘Ms Agnew?’
The woman, who until he spoke had seemed lost in her own thoughts, looked up and nodded.
Rafferty introduced himself and Llew
