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Chapters (51)
  1. Cover
  2. Dead in Devon
  3. DEDICATION
  4. CONTENTS
  5. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  6. PROLOGUE
  7. CHAPTER ONE
  8. CHAPTER TWO
  9. CHAPTER THREE
  10. CHAPTER FOUR
  11. CHAPTER FIVE
  12. CHAPTER SIX
  13. CHAPTER SEVEN
  14. CHAPTER EIGHT
  15. CHAPTER NINE
  16. CHAPTER TEN
  17. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  18. CHAPTER TWELVE
  19. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  20. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  21. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  22. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  23. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  24. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  25. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  34. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  35. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  44. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  45. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  46. CHAPTER FORTY
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  48. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  49. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  50. By Stephanie Austin
  51. COPYRIGHT

Anyway, during all these deliberations, I had a phone call from a Mr Young, from the firm of Young, Young, Grantham and Young, Solicitors, based in Exeter. I wondered if Mr Grantham felt outnumbered but I didn’t ask.

‘It is rather a delicate matter.’ Mr Young sounded awkward. ‘I understand that you were the late Mr Nickolai’s cleaning lady?’

‘I worked for him, yes.’

‘Well, now that Mr Nickolai’s body has been released for burial—’

‘Has it? But … surely, the case isn’t closed?’

‘Well, I wouldn’t say that any murder case is closed until the perpetrator is apprehended,’ Mr Young replied pedantically, ‘but the police are satisfied that all … er … necessary forensic evidence is safely in their possession … and nothing more can be got from the crime scene. Therefore, there is no reason why poor Mr Nickolai cannot be laid to rest.’

‘I see.’ It seemed very odd to me, when his murderers were not only still at large but still murdering, but I suppose poor Nick’s body couldn’t tell the police any more than they already knew.

‘The funeral is next Thursday,’ Mr Young went on. ‘His family will be coming down before—’

‘His family,’ I repeated. ‘You mean, his children?’

‘That’s right. His daughter, Mrs Helena Burgoyne and her husband, and his son, Mr Richard …’

‘Nice of them to turn up for his funeral!’ I blurted out. ‘Pity they couldn’t visit him when he was alive.’

Mr Young made shocked harrumphing noises at the end of the phone. ‘I … er … understand that family relations were strained.’

‘They were non-existent as far as I can see.’ They hadn’t even turned up for the inquest. Their father had been murdered, didn’t they care what had happened to him? Weren’t they even curious?

‘Indeed. However,’ he went on hastily, ‘we are hardly in a position to judge.’

I didn’t agree but didn’t argue.

Mr Young coughed uncomfortably. ‘I understand they will be putting up at The Dartmoor Lodge, but of course they will wish to visit Mr Nickolai’s home. And as his death was in such extremely distressing circumstances, Mr Young − old Mr Young, that is − thought the experience would be less unpleasant for the family if the flat had already been … er … cleaned up.’

‘Cleaned up?’ I repeated.

‘We have a key to the property and we wondered if you might be prevailed upon to clean up the relevant … er … for a fee, of course.’

‘You mean, clean up the scene of the murder?’

‘To spare the family any suffering …’

‘But surely, the police …?’

‘No, no, a common misapprehension, apparently. Once the police have removed the forensic materials that they consider crucial, from an evidence point of view, any … er … residual … cleaning … is left to the victim’s family, or a neighbour … or someone like yourself.’