It was normally hidden in the garage, so as not to attract too much attention from nosy neighbours so soon after his wife’s death, so he wondered where his mistress had been. Inside the front door, he found the answer in the shape of two large suitcases left in the hall – Daphne had not been anywhere, she was going! He marched into the lounge and saw her standing in the window, dressed in a cream shirt-dress with a wide flared skirt, a perky hat on her bottle-blonde hair. ‘Where the hell are you going?’ he demanded, the fuse already lit on his short temper. ‘I’m going back to Porthcawl for the time being,’ she snapped. ‘I don’t want to get mixed up in anything.’ ‘Mixed up in what?’ he demanded, angrily stepping towards her. She backed away a little and pointed to the telephone on a side table. ‘Those police again! They rang this afternoon to say that they are coming at nine tomorrow morning to make a forensic examination of the house. What’s going on, Michael?’ He marched over to a drinks cabinet and poured himself a double measure of whiskey.
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