The petite strawberry blonde with stunning blue eyes looked tinier sitting in the middle of the four-seater burgundy-leather-upholstered sofa. Vance gazed across from a matching armchair, looked uneasily at Gillian Porter, standing behind her, and cleared his throat.
“I’m sorry to have to ask certain questions, Mrs Pearson, especially at a time like this, but we must follow up every possible lead to bring the culprit to justice.”
“It’s all right, Detective Inspector,” she said bravely. “I think I can cope.”
“Were things between yourself and your husband the same as usual?”
She frowned and looked surprised, “W-well, yes, as far as I was concerned, everything was fine. Rod was a thoughtful man. He’s always considered my point of view and tried to help around the house and garden whenever
