“That's bloody rich.” Powell chuckled. He sat with Sarah Evans on the outside terrace of the Lion and Hippo, a raised brick patio that adjoined the pub and overlooked the river. The afternoon sun had broken through the clouds and now illuminated the dale with a rich golden light.She frowned. “You know what I mean. They've been through a lot lately, and it seemed like an invasion of privacy.”“We are conducting a police investigation,” he pointed out.She was beginning to get annoyed. “That did occ...ur to me, which is why I decided to broach the subj ect with Mr. Walker when I got back from the Settles'.”“Brilliant!”She searched his demeanor for any hint of condescension and, to her relief, could find none. She could forgive many things, but never that. If anything, her companion appeared to be in a slightly manic mood. “As I was saying,” she continued patiently, “I had a word with Mr. Walker about the Settles. Mrs. Walker is still suffering from migraine,” she added as an aside.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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