‘Thanks for the coffee, Molly,’ she said as I went into the bursar’s room and sat down opposite her. Smaller than I’d pictured, she was clean cut and polished in tailored trousers and the same black jacket that she’d worn on TV, with a heavy silver necklace over a high-necked cream sweater. Her movements as she reached out to take the cup were quick and precise. Molly checked with me to see if I wanted coffee too. ‘No thanks.’ I waited as calmly as I could, running through last night’s exchange of texts with Jayden. Nothing useful from this end, I’d said. Alex had an argument in Starbucks last Thursday, but I can’t fit it into the picture yet. He’d texted me back. Cops called at my house. Phone charger cable we found was used to strangle Scarlett before killer hit her on head. Thought you should know. So now, in the weak wintry sunlight, sitting opposite June Ripley, I expected a follow-up line of questioning.
