She’d told Max briefly of Edna’s death when he’d phoned the previous evening, and had just finished a more detailed account, though the omission of any reference to the missing cassette or the two notes screamed in her head. ‘She sounds a dotty old bird, to go wandering the streets at night.’ Rona rushed to Edna’s defence. ‘Why? She’d lived in the town all her life, and everyone knew her. If she couldn’t sleep, why shouldn’t she go for a walk?’ Max raised both hands in mock submission. ‘All right, all right. But weren’t you saying there have been several muggings recently?’ ‘Yes, but she wasn’t mugged,’ Rona said stubbornly. ‘Then she was lucky.’ ‘You sound like that odious policeman.’ ‘Thanks!’ They glared at each other, then both smiled shamefacedly. Rona said more calmly, ‘Anyway, since she died of a heart attack, it could just as easily have happened at home.’ ‘Except that you don’t know what brought it on. Something or someone might have frightened her.’ Rona went cold.
