Shepherd gazed pityingly at Lindsey Pearson. The detective inspector, recently married, couldn’t bear to think what Lindsey was going through. What could Gillian Porter, the family liaison officer, do to help? Skilled at her job as she undoubtedly was, nothing she could do or say would bring back Rod Pearson. The harrowing ritual of official identification over, Mrs Pearson sat with red-rimmed eyes and pallid face in a comfortable armchair in Shepherd’s office. The detective inspector introduced the constable.
“Mrs Pearson, this is Gillian Porter. We think it’s best if she stays with you to help you sort things out over the next few days.”
“Hello,” said the constable, offering a hand.
“Call me Lindsey,” said the widow, shaking it.
“Tell me about your son,” Gillian said.
“I’ll leave yo
