17
Mitchell was not sure what to think as he walked down the path and made his way around to the house next door, where he knocked loudly. It was typical, he thought, that this should be the one time that Constance was not to be found pottering in her garden. He had to knock three times, and wait for a couple of minutes, before he got a response.
“Lewis,” Constance Hawkins greeting her visitor when she opened the door. “What can I do for you? There’s no problem, is there?”
“Hello, Constance,” Mitchell returned the greeting. “Have you got a minute, I need to ask you a few questions about your neighbour.”
“Mr Wild?” Constance had never been slow on the uptake, and she quickly put together the sergeant’s earlier visit in search of Zack Wild with his presence on her doorstep.
“That’s righ
