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Wesley that his sister had appointed herself Evonne’s protector
     for the duration of the interview.
    ‘Sorry, Maritia, I need a cigarette,’ Evonne said apologetically.
    Maritia nodded and searched for something to serve as an ashtray, abandoning her habit of dispensing health advice in the
     circumstances.
    Wesley waited until Trish had handed round the tea before starting. By now Evonne seemed more relaxed and resigned to having
     three police officers in the room. The fact that she’d met Wesley socially the night before probably helped matters.
    ‘So what was your relationship with James?’ he began gently.
    ‘We were … we were close.’
    ‘Lovers?’ He caught Gerry’s eye warningly. The last thing he wanted was for him to interrupt and shatter the atmosphere of
     trust.
    Evonne glanced at Maritia. Wesley, sensing that she might be more ready to open up if her colleague wasn’t there, asked his
     sister if they could have some time alone. Maritia stood up, placing a comforting hand on Evonne’s shoulder and telling her
     she’d only be upstairs getting dressed if she needed her. As she left the room, Evonne looked a little relieved.
    Once Maritia had closed the door behind her, Gerry leaned forward. ‘I know this is difficult, love, but we need you to tell
     us everything you know about James Dalcott.’
    Evonne took a deep, shuddering breath and began. James was a caring man and a good doctor. She had always found him attractive
     but it was only when James’s bitch of awife walked out on him for a younger man that their relationship gradually became more than professional. He wasn’t the sort
     of man to play away from home – unlike a lot of men she’d met. However, there had been no talk of them moving in together.
     They were more like two people on their own keeping each other company, she told them sadly. Wesley sensed that Evonne would
     like to have taken the relationship a step further. Perhaps James had hung back. Perhaps he still loved his wife. It was something
     they’d no doubt discover in the days and weeks to come.
    Evonne repeated the story about Adam Tey’s halfhearted attempts at revenge. ‘But I swear he’s the only one who could have
     anything against James,’ she said. ‘Everyone loved him. All his patients … everyone at the surgery. He wasn’t the kind of
     man to have enemies.’ She suddenly sat up straight. ‘Adam Tey was upset but his girlfriend’s expecting again. If he’d been
     going to do anything he would have acted before now … and he wouldn’t risk being arrested now Charleen’s pregnant again, would
     he? It must be a case of mistaken identity.’
    Wesley thought that Evonne had a point but he said nothing. ‘Is there anything else you can think of ? Anything unusual that’s
     happened recently?’
    Evonne shook her head. ‘No. Except that James has been a bit quiet over the past few weeks. Sort of preoccupied.’
    ‘What with?’ Gerry asked.
    After considering the question for a few moments, Evonne answered. ‘When I asked him if anything was wrong he just said it
     was family business. I assumed he meant Roz.’
    Wesley was about to speak when he was interrupted bythe sound of his mobile phone. He really would have to get himself a less cheerful ring tone, he thought. A jolly salsa was
     hardly appropriate during a murder enquiry. Slightly embarrassed, he excused himself and left the room to take the call.
    DC Paul Johnson’s voice on the other end of the line was tentative and apologetic. ‘Sorry to bother you, sir, but we’ve had
     a call from a householder near Tradington. I know you’re tied up with the Dalcott murder but I thought you ought to know …’
    ‘Know what?’
    ‘Someone turned up some bones while he was digging a trench for an electricity cable. He says they look human and would someone
     come and have a look.’
    Wesley stared ahead for a few moments. This was all he needed. ‘Is he sure they’re human?’
    ‘He