Chapter Nine
Rafferty stared at Unsworth. Had he heard the man right? Was it really all going to be that simple? Andre Unsworth had worked closely with Sophia; maybe she had confided more in him than she had in anyone? But then the pessimistic side of him chimed in. If it’s really going to be that simple, why didn’t Unsworth contact us earlier? What’s he been waiting for? Suitably chastened, Rafferty said, ‘Go on, Mr Unsworth.’
‘Given that, from what I’ve heard, it must have been someone in the house who killed her, I think it must be Adam Chambers. I’ve no proof, you understand, but he’s very volatile. Given to unwise impulses. Very keen to make radical alterations in L’oiseau. Doubtless, he couldn’t wait for Mrs Egerton to die, so he could start to introduce his own ideas about how th
