Chapter Eleven
The young woman who opened Number 17 turned out to be not nearly as fierce as the angry tone adopted in the internet comments Llewellyn had turned up. Nondescript, in fact. Perhaps her girlfriend was the angry one? Henry of The Troubadour had said Nita Hendricks was the in-yer-face type, Rafferty now remembered, and he reminded himself to be polite so as not to encourage her to get in his face.
Rafferty produced his Warrant Card, introduced himself and Llewellyn, and took a wild guess. ‘Ms Josie Sails?’
‘Yes.’
'We’re here about Laura Scott. I believe she was a friend of yours?’
‘Yes. Yes, she was. I can’t bear to think of it.’ Tears sprung to her eyes. From the look of her reddened eyes, she’d already shed a few.
‘Can we come in, please?’ He smiled at her and added sof
