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of that. Travis."
"Well, from what I could determine—"
"Get to the point!" Cunningham snapped.
"The wall directly behind the Victim showed only a small spray of blood."
"So? What do you conclude?"
"Someone could have been standing behind him."
"Thank you, well observed. We'll obviously wait, as with everything else, for the scientists to give their report. Anyone else?"
No one else brought up any developments. By now, it was almost midday and Cunningham, with the duty manager, gave out assignments. Travis was to be accompanied by Gordon Loach to question Mrs. Webster, the woman who had put the call in to the station. As the team broke up, Anna had still not been formally introduced to the main officers leading the inquiry. Cunningham had returned to her office.
Anna and Gordon traveled back to the murder site in a patrol car, with Anna driving. "How long have you been attached to the Murder Squad?" Anna asked from behind the wheel.
Gordon flushed, which wasn't too difficult; his cheeks seemed to be pinkish all the time. "Two weeks. This is my first time out." "Ah ..
"To be honest, I'm really sort of unsure what all the procedures are. I mean, I know from training, but being in the thick of it is different." "Yes."
"My father was an officer."
"So was mine."
"He's now Deputy Commissioner."
Anna turned to look at the young man. "Really?"
"What about yours?"
"He was a Detective Inspector, Murder Squad, but he retired. He died five years ago."
"Oh!" Gordon changed the subject. "What do you think happened?"
"You mean the shooting?"
"Yes."
"I can't really say. We always know more when all the tests have been completed."
"But you think you recognized the victim?"
"No. I said I knew Frank Brandon, who owned the ID card found in the victim's wallet. I never got a look at the victim's face."
"But if it was him, this is serious. I mean, he was a police officer."
"Correct."
"So what do you think happened?" the young man repeated.
"As I just said, I don't really know. Our job, Gordon, is to find out. So, we question the neighbor, see if she has anything we can work on."
"Right. It's a terrible shithole, the Warren Estate."
"Some people don't have a choice," Anna said.
"Where do you live?"
She hesitated. "I've just moved into a new place over near Tower Bridge."
"I still live with my mother," the young man told her. "My parents are separated, long time ago. I want to get a place of my own eventually, but it's really hard to find anywhere I can afford. I've seen a few places, but all out of my league. Was your flat expensive?"
"Very," she said, sounding more curt than she meant to. "Okay, here we are."
The forensic teams remained at work. Arc lamps still lit up the dingy
flat and tapes cordoned off" the area. The body must have been removed, as there was no longer an ambulance on standby. Anna and Gordon headed up the stone staircase and branched off" to where there were still residents.
"It's number 18A," Gordon said.
"Yes, I know." Anna walked a little ahead of him until they reached the front door. The paint was fresh, but the letterbox was boarded up; a smashed side window had a piece of board nailed across it. Anna knocked. They waited awhile; she had to knock again, before they heard footsteps.
"Who is it?" came a voice.
"I'm from the police, Mrs. Webster. Detective Inspector Anna Travis."
Chains were scraped back and the door was inched open. "Have you got identification?"
Anna showed her badge and then gestured to Gordon." I'm accompanied by Detective Constable Loach." She stepped away slightly so Mrs. Webster could see Gordon.
The door closed, but then the chain was released and it opened. "Come in," said Mrs. Webster nervously.
The hallway was neat and clean, with floral carpet and wallpaper, but very narrow. The tiny woman gestured for them to move ahead. "Go into the sitting room, please. It's on the right."
"Thank you," Anna said as she and Gordon entered the first room off the hallway. The flat had the same layout as the drug