CHAPTER ELEVEN
Ellen Hadleigh opened the door. Her eyes widened apprehensively when she saw them, but she stood back, gesturing for them to enter the hall, when Rafferty told her they had come to see Mrs Astell.
'Mrs Astell didn't say she was expecting you.'
'Probably because she isn't,' Rafferty replied. 'We couldn't get an answer on the phone.'
'She unplugs it when she's resting.'
Rafferty nodded. He often felt like doing the same; raucous demanding things, telephones, usually with something or someone unpleasant on the other end of them. Rafferty remembered he'd made her a promise. 'We found your son,' he told her. 'He's at the police station now.'
'And?' Ellen Hadleigh's eyes searched his face. 'Do you believe he didn't do it?'
'Let's just say that what he's told us checks out.'
