She could easily pick out the spot by the White Lady where Hannah Healey’s mutilated body was found. How many times a day, she wondered, did the poor girl’s mother have to stare out onto the same view? Would she ever be able to stop herself from doing so?The view east over the city was as bleak as the afternoon sky. Everything wore that particular shade of grey that Glasgow dressed itself in most days. In the distance, the Campsie Fells were draped in dreary wet cloud, mourning in sympathy with the metropolis laid out before it.She’d ignored Addison’s directions and left Toshney in the car, knowing that his usual level of subtlety was not what was required in the visit she was about to make. She took a final deep breath and walked along the corridor to the door with the nameplate HEALEY on it and knocked.The ghost that answered the door was even more ashen-faced than when Narey had interviewed her before, washed out from crying and beyond caring for the superficial support of make-up.
