it made his kid sick. Went on about how the kid has asthma and how he couldnât breathe on account of the air freshener and they had to take him to A and E.â
âWe donât sell air freshener on our stall.â
âWell, you know that and I know that, but apparently he didnât. His wife bought air freshener at the market and he assumed it was from us, I guess.â
Rebeccah bit her lower lip and frowned.
âI hope he didnât report us to the trading-standards people.â
âBut the funny thing is, I think they knew each other. Because when he left, Mam said something like, âSee you tomorrow.ââ
âAnd tomorrow wasâ¦â
âThe day she died.â
The two said nothing and Rebeccah carried on with the meal preparation. She quartered a small tomato and picked up a wedge of cheddar cheese.
Peris looked up from his phone. âHow much do you think weâll get?â
She set down the knife and faced him. The wind rattled the windowpane and fat raindrops, barely visible through the condensation, raced in rivulets down the glass.
ââGetâ?â
âWell, yeah. First Mam and now Nain . They must have left something between them and itâll come to us now, wonât it? How much do you think weâll get?â
âDo you know, Peris, I havenât given that a thought. Iâm still trying to get my head around the fact that my mother died today.â
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Thirteen
âRight, well, thanks for letting me know. Yes, Iâll tell him.â Sgt. Bethan Morgan pressed the button to end the call and looked at her supervisor, DCI Gareth Davies.
âSir,â she said. âWe may have a problem.â
He waited.
âThe GP went to the nursing home, examined Doreenâs body, and saw nothing that indicated further investigation would be necessary. Heâs signed the death certificate and notified the coroner.â
Davies raised an eyebrow. âAnd?â
âAnd whilst he was examining her, he found a small piece of slate in her left hand. Of course, he didnât think anything of it. Why would he? Just thought it was something she was holding when she died. He often sees people clutching something that meant something to themârosaries, or a photo, even a bit of clothing.â
âOh, God, no,â said Davies, rising from his chair. âCall the nursing home and tell them not to move the body and not to disturb anything. Tell them weâre on our way.â
âI already did that. Weâre too late. The body was removed from the room as soon as the doctor left and all her things have been packed up and the roomâs been cleaned and readied for the next occupant.â
Davies sank back in his chair.
âWeâll have to talk to Penny. She saw the body. Letâs see what she remembers. See if she can tell us anything. Iâll talk to her and you go to the nursing home and go through the belongings. If the piece of slate is still there, weâll need to find out where both of them came from.â
âYes, sir.â
âI know thatâll be a big task; there are so many old quarries around here, but a geologist at the University of Bangor may be able to help.â
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âSorry to bother you, but weâve had a setback with our investigation into the death of Glenda Roberts,â Davies said as he sat down on the sofa in Pennyâs comfortable sitting room.
âIâm always glad to help,â Penny replied. âYou know that.â
âI do.â Davies smiled at her. âThis is official, Iâm afraid. Iâm going to have to ask you a few questions.â
Penny raised her hands in a go-ahead gesture.
âI need you to tell me everything you can about what Doreen Roberts looked like when you found her. The position of her body. What your first thoughts were. Start with the run-up to finding her. Put that in