Detective Sergeant Steph Baldwin was a five-foot two-inch natural
blonde, who weighed no more than six stone-soaking wet, but she could wrestle a
suspect twice her size to the ground without breaking a sweat.
She was on the attractive side of pretty with
hypnotic green eyes that made her very alluring, and she was a genuinely placid
natured girl who never allowed anything to faze her but cross her and you will
feel her wrath.
She was 32 years old, unmarried with no
significant other in her life, but she was not a wall flower and had plenty of
male attention, but most men didn’t measure up to her ideal, but she had hopes
and she was smirking as she left the kitchen after making Toby Bishop blush.
“What are you looking so pleased about?” DI Steve Cutler asked as
he came down the stairs
“I couldn’t possibly
say” she retorted
“Are you still
tormenting the poor Reverend?”
He didn’t wait for a response because she flushed
which was answer enough.
“So, what did the housekeeper have to say?”
“She thinks it was the secretary” she replied and
went on to recount her statement
“Anything interesting upstairs?”
“Plenty, blonde hairs on the pillow, Erin Hope’s
handbag on the bed, containing, lipstick, compact, perfume and a love letter of
sorts, from the dead man ending the affair”
“Very convenient” she retorted
“Too convenient” he mused “But we’d better get
her to the station for interview anyway”
“Did Kitty hear Miss Hope leave?” PC Grant asked
“No, she didn’t” Steph replied
“There is another staircase at the back, so she
could have used them and out through the French doors and if she was parked in
the lane she could easily leave without being heard”
“Apart from the fact she can’t drive” PC Grant
said and they both looked at him
“Well lets gets some more boots on the ground to
do door to door, and find out if anyone was parked in the lane and if anyone
was seen coming or going, because someone killed Dominic Mackay” the Inspector said “And they want us to believe
it was Erin Hope”
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