Free Spiritwalker by Siobhan Corcoran Page B

causes.”
    “How long has he been dead?”
    “Over twelve hours at least, difficult to say really, maybe fifteen or sixteen.  Poor man.  You don't look too good yourself, working all the hour’s god sends I suppose?”
    “No rest for the wicked, you know that.” Morley said.  They had known each other for years and Morley had the greatest respect for Dr Sutton.  They had seen a good few dead bodies between them in the past ten years since Morley had joined the police. 
                After a brief conversation Dr Sutton left promising to let DI Morley know as soon as he had finished examining the body.  Morley's stomach was starting to complain.  He knew he would be there for at least another hour.  He sighed tiredly and knew that food would have to wait.
     
     
     
     

Chapter twelve
     
                Anna arrived into London's Victoria station in good time. Her appointment with Molly Turner was for 10am. She had thought she would be exhausted after the previous night’s activities, but she was surprisingly refreshed after her few hours’ sleep.  Andrew had insisted on taking her to the train station, telling her that he hadn't been able to get much rest and might as well make himself useful.  He was like a lost puppy waiting anxiously for his wife to telephone for him to collect them.  She exited the train station and decided that a taxi would be the easiest option, she wasn't at all in the mood to try and negotiate the London Underground system.  She jumped into the first taxi in the queue and gave the driver the address.  He was a cheery dark skinned Indian with a large white turban on his head and a surprisingly strong cockney accent.  He had some kind of Indian dance music playing softly in the CD player.  He was continually lowering and raising the volume as he asked her questions and listened to her replies.  Anna reflected that it was definitely the correct type of music to listen to while trying to traverse in traffic.  It had a soothing yet lively tone, it encouraged the listener to move along to it.  Anna was almost disappointed to exit the taxi when the driver told her that they had arrived at the address she had given him.  She paid the fare and tipped him generously.  Looking around Anna observed the obvious wealth of the area, property, she surmised, would cost in the millions on this street.  Most properties had security gates and intercoms, CCTV was fixed to the entrance pillar of the Turner's residence, the camera pointing directly down onto the visitor.
    Anna pressed the buzzer and was greeted by the voice of a young woman.  Anna introduced herself and she was granted entry by pushing on the smaller side gate when she heard the lock release.  As she approached the front door it opened and a young woman welcomed her, introducing herself as Molly Turner.  Anna followed her into what would at one time have been called a morning room.  It was decorated in what could only be described as minimalist and modern. There was a black piano in front of one of the two bay windows, two mauve and cream striped sofas opposite each other in the centre of the room.  A Chinese rug lay on the floor between them.  There were various other bits of furniture located around the room but the room was so large they didn't fill it.  A few paintings hung on the walls and some family photos were scattered on the mantel of the fireplace. The original features of the period residence were still in place and interestingly enough the two eras seemed to marry well together. 
                Molly Turner was tall and gangly, like a long limbed teen who hasn't quite grown into her body.  Facially she looked nothing like her mother.  She had short dark curly hair and her face was a mass of brown freckles. Which led Anna to believe that she must favour her father's side of the family.  Molly offered her a coffee which was gratefully accepted.  Moments later she returned with