A hideousknot of traffic in Westminster had kept the Scotland Yard detectivesfrom Leach's morning meeting with his team in the incident room, so theDCI took notes. A few more hours and they should havesome details as to who was last in contact with her. She walked to a table that stood by itself, next to the carpetimpressions of what must have been a sofa. There was no other correspondence? Leach asked.
He sounded so filled withself-loathing that she hastened to reassure him. I also thoughtshe was wearing gloves till I saw that her hands were covered in flour. Always a chance of that, mate, the man replied. Suspicions.
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