Hillary didn’t question the new widow on the drive back, only asking her if she was warm enough, and then turning up the heater (with little hope of coaxing more heat out of the ancient car) when Valerie had said that she wasn’t. Back at Tangent Hall she could feel the tension emanating from her passenger ratchet up a notch at the sight of all the squad cars flashing blue lights, and the rather eerie sight of men and women walking around encased from head to toe in ghostly white. It almost looked like a scene from a low-budget alien abduction movie. ‘If you’ll wait here a minute, I’ll see if it’s all right for us to go inside,’ Hillary murmured. She got out and nodded to a constable, who instantly trotted over. ‘This is the wife,’ Hillary said, all but whispering. ‘Stay with her – tell her she can call her mother’s, if she wants, to break the news and see if her daughter’s all right, but make a note of what she says.’ According to the bridge players, Valerie had arrived a little late, citing a flat tyre and the need to change it as an excuse.
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