No Shred Of Evidence: An Inspector Ian Rutledge Mystery - Plot & Excerpts
It was on a street of small bungalows, many of them late Victorian. No one answered his door, and so Rutledge waited for Wade to come home. Two hours later, a young man with very fair hair and a slim build came down the street whistling to himself, and turned into the path to the door. Rutledge got out, calling his name, and Wade turned, surprised. “Do I know you?” he asked, frowning. “Inspector Rutledge, Scotland Yard. I understand you were a close friend of Harry Saunders?” “I was,” he answered warily. Rutledge said, “I’d like to speak to you about him. His parents, understandably, are not able to talk to me.” “I should think not,” Wade said. “Hard enough for me, to realize he’s dead. All right, come in.” Rutledge followed him inside. The front room was comfortable, a mixture of older pieces, possibly from his parents’ attic, and newer pieces he must have purchased when he moved in.
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