folded down. The chairs were comfortable. Nice cutlery. Again very modern. In keeping with the house. Hazel picked up the salt dispenser and pressed the top. It whirred a small amount of crushed rock salt into her hand. Hazel carefully tasted it.
“It’s only salt, Sergeant Vernon.”
“Let’s try upstairs.” Hazel said.
“Certainly. Is there anything else you’d like to know?”
“Hannah McShane.” Hazel said.
“Yes?” Camilla said neutrally and followed Hazel up the stairs.
“Did you know her?”
“I can honestly say I never knew she existed before she made the newspapers.” Camilla said.
“Your firm never represented her at any time?”
“I understand someone from your solicitors represented her.” Camilla said. “I doubt if Hannah McShane could afford our consulting fees.”
Hazel opened the nearest door. She stepped into the main bedroom.
“Do you think she did it?”
“I think she was found to be innocent.” Camilla stayed out of the room. “Are you short of suspects, Sergeant Vernon?”
Hazel was more short of reliable witnesses. The bed was made. She pressed the mattress and felt no springs. Gloria preferred foam mattresses to sprung ones. Again this was all in keeping with a modern home. There was a lamp on the bedside table. Hazel flicked it on, then off. The radio alarm clock was as basic and functional as any she’d ever seen.
“Feel a need to watch the clock, Sergeant Vernon?” Camilla said. She leaned against the wall and looked amused.
Hazel ignored her and opened up the bedside table’s cabinet door. She took out the items inside. A water bottle. Indigestion tablets. A box of condoms. She held the final item up.
Camilla raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to tag that for evidence? I’m sure it will amuse everyone down at the police station.”
Hazel unscrewed the base and dropped the batteries out.
“You seem very skilled with that.” Camilla said. “It’s a woman’s bedroom. What did you expect to find?”
“She clearly had at least one person in her life.” Hazel said. She tapped the condoms with the plastic head of the dildo.
“I should hope she did.” Camilla said.
“Who?”
“How would I know?” Camilla said pleasantly.
“So he wasn’t important enough to get a mention in her will?”
“Nothing unusual in that.” Camilla said. “Do you put any of your lovers in your will? Have you ever?”
Hazel shrugged and put the things back in the cabinet.
She attacked the dressing table next. Gloria had a good deal of cosmetics and scent. “Nice underwear.” Hazel said. “The kind you wear for someone special.”
“She was divorced, not a nun.”
Hazel closed the drawer. Another drawer had more functional underwear and socks.
The wardrobe was large and contained many clothes. Functional and business type on the right, more expensive and showy on the left. There were a lot of shoes too. From high heels and boots to trainers and flat heels.
Hazel went through the pockets of every coat, jacket, skirt. Anything with a pocket.
The end result was a driving license. Several handkerchiefs. An assortment of pens. A note pad with nothing written on it. A diary. She set that aside. There were three flashdrives. Hazel set them aside too.
There was also small change and about two hundred euros in cash.
“That should go into the estate.” Camilla said.
Hazel evidence bagged the diary and flash drives. “Let’s see what else there is.” She said.
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