‘On. You reckon she was murdered?’

‘It’s too early to say for sure, but it’s something we have to consider.’

‘Well, if she was, and it’s connected to the robbery, then maybe the driver of the getaway car saw her looking out of the upstairs window at him.’

‘Could be. Anyway, it’s all speculation until forensics examines the scene.’

Teflon nodded. ‘Local CID and div surgeon are on their way, along with DS Paul Lawrence. I told Cam what I found, and he said he’d inform Murphy. I’ll let him know it’s Fiona Simpson.’

‘I’m just going to pop down the road and speak to that old lady again. She said she’s a regular at the pub, so she might know who was working behind the bar with Fiona Simpson last night. I don’t want anyone else entering that scene before Paul – not even the divisional surgeon.’

Jane knocked on the door of Betty’s 1930s, brick-built, one-bedroom terraced house.

‘I wasn’t expectin’ you until later, dear. Come on in, make yourself at ’ome. You wanna cup of Rosie Lee?’

‘No thanks, Betty.’

She followed Betty into the small living room, which was stifling, with a three-bar electric fire on and the window closed.

‘Sorry about the cold, luv, but I ain’t got central ’eating – I can turn the fire up if ya like.’

‘I’m fine, thanks.’

Jane looked around the room. It had two armchairs and an old side cabinet with various black and white, and colour, family photos arranged on it. In the corner of the room there was a small dining table, on top of which there was a half-completed jigsaw depicting a shallow river, with a man driving his horses and cart through it.

It looked familiar.

‘What’s the jigsaw you’re doing, Betty?’

‘Don’t know, I just liked the picture on the box, so I bought it. Me ’ip’s ’urtin’, luv, so I needs to sit down.’

She lowered herself gingerly into an armchair.

‘Are jigsaws your hobby?’ Jane asked, picking up the box lid. Of course, she thought: The Hay Wain, by Constable.

‘Pretty much since me Albert died. We used to like goin’ out to the countryside on the train when ’e was alive; now ’e’s gone the jigsaws remind me. I don’t get out much as me ’ips are so bad . . . Doing jigsaws ’elps keep me mind tickin’ over and brings back ’appy memories. I got loads of ’em in me cabinet there.’

‘You said no one had been round to take a statement off you about the robbery . . . ?’

‘Not a dicky bird, luv. The only person who spoke to me about it was Fi, cause she seen the driver as well, like.’

‘Did she tell you she’d made a statement?’