ANNIE PULMAN ANSWERED the door. She looked surprised to see them again so soon. Given her so recent bereavement, her tears seemed to have dried up remarkably quickly after identifying John Harrison’s body. She’d obviously re-done her make-up and was quite the painter’s palette of primary colours. Clearly not cut out to play the grieving widow for long.
Rafferty explained the reason for their visit. Annie Pulman stared at him with a hostile expression for several seconds, but then she stood aside to let them pass.
‘Isn’t it enough that my John’s dead?’ her plaintive voice followed after them up the stairs and down the hallway, ‘without going through his things? You’re just in time anyway. I was getting his clothes and stuff packed to sell on eBay.’
It had been one day since Harrison’s mu
