Little Greenwood Case by Trisha J. Kelly

Author:Trisha J. Kelly [Kelly, Trisha J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-07-02T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

Ted Barker was a worried man. For the first time in his long career, he had made several, rookie mistakes. Perhaps it was time new blood took over, younger blood than his. For one thing, his eyesight wasn't as good as it used to be, and neither was his thinking. As a young man, he would have been all over this and he should have known better than anyone you should never take matters at face value.

While Dorothy's place had been dusted for prints in the main areas, like doors, handles, windows, and the back gates, he took a good look around and that's when he noticed his first, big clue. The marks on the sitting room wall. It very much looked to him that there were two faint oblong outlines and two empty picture hooks. Quite possibly where two pictures had been hanging, until recently. Another thought occurred to him. He'd never met a lady yet who didn't have a handbag, or a dozen more, but he couldn't see one anywhere. Now, that rang alarm bells. He pulled on his rubber gloves and began a thorough search. Anyone in this day and age had a purse, a wallet, debit or credit cards, driver's license, in the case of Dorothy. A phone. None of these things were evident, probably because all these items were inside the lady's bag, but where was it?

He pulled out drawers and checked inside cupboards then he went upstairs. He went through everything up there, too, and stood on a chair to look on top of the wardrobes, under the beds. Nothing. No bag. He went back out into the garden to take a closer look at the pond and shone his torch into it. The bottom was dark, murky. He took the hooked prop from the washing line and gently ran it around in the bottom of the pond although he would have thought if a bag were there it would have been visible. He felt something and tried to hook it without success. He took his jacket off and rolled up his shirtsleeve though the water level was halfway between his elbow and his shoulder. He kept feeling until he found what it was, and he pulled out a bunch of keys from the water. Unless he was mistaken, this was Dorothy's car keys and house keys, very probably a key to the shed and one or two other things.

Now he had a quandary on his hands all right. He tried to picture the scene. Given the new information that had come to light, it was safe to assume the victim had been out early in her car to visit the cemetery and had chosen to come back to her home using the back entrance. Why was that? Maybe she kept the chain across on the front door. A lot of people did. Also, judging by the oil stain on the concrete she kept her car inside the garden gates, so she would

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