The policeman nodded sagely. “Yes, the Met let me know. You
say you are not his wife.”
“I’m not. How many ways …?”
“Apologies, it was just that we have his passport and you
are down there as the next of kin. And of course the ‘plane tickets were in
both names.”
“ ‘Plane tickets?’
“Yes, the holiday to Spain.”
Pat stared at him.
“Next week? Two weeks in Villa San Juan …?” his voice
trailed off.
Julie stared at the policeman. The policeman stared at Pat.
Pat stared into space.
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