‘No one said you killed her. We’re trying to establish why someone wanted her dead.’‘These things are usually domestic,’ Sam said. ‘What about the guy who found her? The boyfriend?’The Chief Inspector touched his nose. ‘The local police say he’s not bright enough. He took her body into the street, laid it out on the road. There’s no sign of the murder weapon.’‘He could have dropped it down the drain.’George Forester, the solicitor, touched Sam’s arm. ‘Just answer the questions,’ he said.‘They say he’s really cut up about it,’ Delaney said. ‘They don’t think he could put on such a convincing act if he’d killed her. He loved her.’‘It’s good to know somebody did.’‘Which means you didn’t?’Sam looked across the desk at the policeman. He didn’t mask his hostility. There were times when he believed he simply hated the uniform, the institution, but in clearer moments he realized that he hated the individuals, the people who were drawn to the profession.
