Grey dawns and bright sunsets.

'Sorry about the state of the transport Vera. Not exactly your BMW, is it?

'Who cares? I’m so pleased to see you. I thought I would have to pay for a taxi home. How much do you know?'

'Almost everything, except why are they doing this to you?'

'Larissa! She said she saw me. No problem. She may well have done. She described what I was wearing, which was nothing like what I was wearing and when I handed my clothes over for analysis, the police thought I had destroyed what I was wearing and substituted something else - obviously because I’m trying to hide the blood.'

'What were you doing at the cottage at five thirty?'

'What do you think?'

'How would I know? You had a motive for wanting him out the way. He was the one person in the village who knew about your miscarriage and subsequent charade, wasn’t he?'

'I thought only your father knew. I regretted having told you that, the moment I‘d said it. Now you have a ho