I didn’t especially want to talk about them or their doings, so, attack being the best means of defence, I asked Griff what on earth he’d been doing in Kent Police HQ. ‘I thought you’d gone down to Winchelsea to return Dilly’s pendant,’ I added. ‘That was what I was really worried about.’ ‘At least we have expert advice on that matter,’ Griff said. ‘Not to mention a really good sale.’ He was better than I was at changing subjects. But I wouldn’t bite. ‘Whatever. But talking to Will? Why?’ ‘It occurred to me that a little friendly colloquy was in order after the way in which he and his colleague departed. Were told to depart,’ he corrected himself. ‘And I thought he might be too stiff-necked to call you.’ ‘Might have been me that was stubborn,’ I admitted. ‘I switched a call from him to voicemail and forgot to pick it up. Mind you, when I did get back to him, I had to leave a message he didn’t respond to. Tit for tat.’ ‘So I was right to hie me to Maidstone.
