THIRTEEN
Steve stood on the step, trying not to look frustrated as the ex-inspector of police, dressed in a threadbare cardigan, and crumpled fawn trousers, leaned against the doorjamb, mouth turned down, arms folded.
“I told you, I’m not willing to talk about any of this, Mr Brunt.”
“I know what you said, Inspector MacMillan, but I’m at a loss to understand your reluctance.”
“I don’t care. Now, if you don’t mind ...”
MacMillan went to close the door but Steve got there first, hand raised. “Please. Just one simple answer to a very simple question.”
MacMillan sighed. “You’re nothing if not persistent. What’s your interest anyway?”
Steve shrugged, stopping short of explaining how Knills’ large payment made everything very easy. “Just a caring neighbour, nothing more.”
He didn’t appe
