They put Bobby into kennels – London was no place for a dog. She braved the M54 and the Birmingham box, reaching London late and in time for some supper, a few glasses of wine for her and Agnetha and bed for the exhausted twins.They rose late the next morning, spent the day at the Natural History museum, ate an early supper and headed for the West End. Agnetha and Sukey went into frenzies as they watched the show and even Sam seemed happy. She knew why.But all through Mamma Mia, however gaudy and wonderful the costumes, however loud and explosive the tunes were, the case continually nagged at the back of her mind like toothache, and just as impossible to ignore. She thought back to the dramatic discovery of Gerald Bosworth’s body, the river rising steadily, embracing the town and flushing him from the cellar. Coincidence. It had to be. Even she couldn’t believe that a killer could organise a river to flood. And although it was partly predictable what would happen it was never completely so.
