In most cases, visiting hours were strictly observed, but a Scotland Yard detective with a warrant card could move heaven and earth, even on a Sunday afternoon. “Should we be concerned?” Kate asked Hetheridge. He raised his eyebrows, giving her that infuriatingly serene look he often put on just before pulling rank, or using his Peerage connections to pulverize all opposition. “I trust Bhar to behave responsibly. I doubt anything Tessa says will be admissible in court, but if she’s lucid, she might give us some insight about Kyla we can use to our advantage. Besides, we’d be remiss not to follow up on the fact that Tessa was visiting her family when the murders occurred.” “Oh, pull the other one. You know what I mean!” Kate barked, irritated by the amusement in his eyes. “Bhar practically told us we’re being gossiped about. And it’s sure to get worse.” “Of course. Devilish hard to keep secrets among detectives.” “Well, then, how are we going to sort this? Should I make up a boyfriend?
