19 9th September
Wendy could always more or less tell the outcome of a morning briefing before a word had even been spoken. As she walked into the incident room that morning, she could sense an atmosphere of solemn frustration.
The surviving family of Lindsay Stott had been looked into, but other than an aunt in Somerset and a few cousins dotted around the country, Lindsay had no close family. She’d been born in London, her parents both being in their fifties when she was born and both now long dead of natural causes.
The door-to-door enquiries and chats with her neighbours had proved pretty fruitless, too. None of them seemed to have known Lindsay personally other than saying hello over the front wall occasionally, although a couple mentioned that she had a pretty solid routine of leav
