Chapter 4A short ‘phone call and it was all arranged. As he was replacing the device on the telephone table, a pretty young woman put her head out of a door toward the end of the hall. “Sylv!” she said, “Do you want tea? I’ve boiled the kettle,” and then when she realised he wasn’t who she thought he was, “Oh, I do beg your pardon! I thought you were Dr Marks!”
“She’s still in the surgery.” Simon nodded across the hall.
The woman emerged into the hall. “Lucille Hall-Bridges,” she said, extending a hand. “I’m a friend of Sylvia’s. I help with the house.”
Simon took her hand in his. Her grip was also sure and warm. “Detective Frost,” he replied. “Nice to meet you, Miss Hall-Bridges.” She had a recent bruise running from her jaw to just below her eye. It was entering the black-and-purple s
