Chapter 90

"We met… at my place of work."

"That was where? And under what circumstances?"

"I was his employee."

Pensby's brows arch. "His employee? So, Richard Haswell was paying you? You were answerable to him for your job? For your income and your living?"

"I suppose."

"And if he'd asked anything of you, as a good employee, you would have done as he asked?"

"Anything within reason, of course, but he never…"

"Miss Kimberley, if you have been coerced or pressured into some arrangement by Richard Haswell, you have nothing to fear. An admission now would ensure that you would not bear the consequences of any criminal…"

"It's Mrs Haswell! And I'm not about to admit to something that hasn't happened."

Another box tick, then, as though I'd said nothing at all, he continues in the same colourless drone. "Where do you live, Mrs Haswell?"

My brain blanks over. "Live? What d'you mean? I live here. This is our home. You must know that. You drove here. Knocked on my door."

"Do you have a set of house keys?