‘I thought I’d find you at home,’ she said. ‘I didn’t think you’d be going up to London with all this going on down here.’ Meredith led her into the kitchen and switched on the kettle for coffee. ‘Alan thought it best. That’s to say, it is best. There’s someone coming down from London to take over the case and he’ll want to talk to me. Besides, I’ve got a spy in my office.’ ‘Literally?’ asked Juliet, brightening. ‘James Bond?’ ‘His name is Adrian and his spying activities are confined to snooping on his colleagues. He is definitely no James Bond. More like Pussy Galore.’ ‘I’m glad you’re here,’ Juliet accepted her coffee, ‘because I’d like you to come with me to visit the Oakleys.’ ‘Juliet,’ Meredith said as firmly as she could, ‘I’ve already been drawn into this much further than I like or need. Why should the Oakleys want to see me?’ ‘Because they need friendly, supportive faces around them. Come on, Meredith. Besides, you’re good at this sort of thing.’ ‘What sort of thing?
