Chapter 8

“Is there anything to identify the killer right now?” he asked.

“I won’t know until I’ve done the autopsy.” The pathologist eased himself to his feet. “I can’t say much else, I’m afraid, Michael.”

“Apart from a definite time of death.”

“I can do that.” The pathologist nodded towards the door. “What time did Mr Sipsis say the call came in?”

“He called me thirty seconds after the call was cut off with the victim. About eleven-thirty.”

“The time’s about right. She was dead not long after that phone call.”

Michael had guessed as such. At least it was quick. And Spyros certainly couldn’t be blamed for this, especially when he had been on the other end of the phone.

They needed to get statements from the neighbours. In the current weather, they would be lucky if anyone saw anything.

He followed the pathologist and the body being wheeled out into the hall. Spyros hadn’t moved from the stairs. The blanket had been tightened around him, however. Michael stood in front of him.