Chapters (33)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Author’s Note
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Letter from Author
‘Look out for Justine, will you? As I said before, she is very fragile. I’ve asked Abby to call me if she needs me to return.’
Jane nodded. ‘Of course.’
Henson’s bedroom was not much larger than his office. There was a single bed with a white duvet and pillows, and a comfortable-looking leather armchair. The fitted wardrobes contained two pairs of trousers, a couple of shirts and some loafer shoes. The monogrammed slippers that she remembered were beside the bed. It really did appear that he used the Barnes property as a stop-off residence when he was working in London. On the bedside Jane noticed a number of classic novels next to a small white portable TV set.
She closed the door and went back down the stairs to look in the master bedroom. Pushing open the door she was astonished at the size of the bay window-fronted bedroom. It had a thick, pale green fitted carpet and one of the largest super-king-sized beds she had ever seen, with an ornate carved headboard. It was draped in a green satin canopy with a selection of green silk and velvet throw pillows. The large windows had silk white and green striped drawback curtains, and a chaise longue was also covered in the same fabric.
The artwork on the walls were Erté fashion magazine copies, and the whole room had a feminine elegance about it. Fitted wardrobes covered two walls and Jane looked enviously at the shelves of pure cashmere sweaters, sorted by color and folded as if on display at Harrods. One wardrobe contained evening wear and furs, and the other had a selection of shirts, jeans and trousers.
Jane put on some latex gloves, then knelt down to check through all the shoes stacked neatly at the bottom of the wardrobe. As if thrown randomly into the mix was one white Adidas trainer, left foot, size six. It was quite well-worn and she checked the sole for bloodstains but found none. Jane immediately placed it in an evidence bag. She searched the wardrobes in the hope of finding the right shoe but couldn’t locate it. The laundry basket only contained underwear and a night dress.
The en suite bathroom had tiles that matched the color of the carpet. Unlike the family bathroom, this was very modern and had two wash basins, a sunken bath and an elegant glass-fronted shower.
Beside the basins there were toothbrushes, toothpaste and face cloths. Jane discovered some standard Bic disposable razors, but not a cut-throat one. There were medications in the mirror-fronted bathroom cabinet and she took out her notebook to list the names of all the prescriptions, including Nembutal, Librium and Valium. There were also herbal menopause capsules, migraine tablets and an entire shelf of vitamins. Jane shut the cabinet, frowning to herself. Apart from the medication and the trainer, there was nothing in the master bedroom that could possibly be relevant to the investigation.