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Sandra Forbes’s house was an impressive farmhouse-style building on the far western edge of Seaton, bordered by a decent amount of open land. Caroline hadn’t been measuring the distance, but it seemed like a fair old run from here to the viaduct, especially in this weather.
With the gate to the house closed, Caroline bumped her Volvo up onto the kerb and came to a stop at the end of the drive. ‘Have to be careful how we handle this,’ she said. ‘Probably best we stick to the facts until we can get a positive ID, even though I think we both know which way this is going to go.’
Dexter smiled. ‘What, you don’t think there might be two slim middle-aged runners from Seaton who went out for a run last night and didn’t come home?’
‘I’m always one for keeping an open mind, Dex, but even I hav
