‘I thought one of the reasons we
moved from Glasgow was to get away from all the crime,’ Annabella grumbled,
rustling the newspaper she held in her hands with annoyance.
She sat the paper on the
kitchen table and pursed her lips, while Leger, her beloved black tomcat
pounced onto her lap and gazed up at her with admiration in his amber eyes.
‘What’s the matter?’ her
husband, Hugh asked.
‘A man drowned in the loch
yesterday,’ she advised.
‘The loch? You mean the one just
behind our building?’ Hugh gasped. ‘How is that a crime? Was he pushed?’
‘Apparently so! According to
the article his friend, who was out walking his dog at the time and jumped in
to save him, says the chap was pushed. That’s all he’s told police. He’s
still too traumatised to make much sense,’ Annabella said, raising her
eyebrows.
She patted her short auburn
hair as she thought this over. Her niece, Carole, who was visiting from
Glasgow that...
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