A car crunches up the track, pulling into the yard. Mrs Collier looks out from the kitchen to see a uniformed police officer stepping out. She emerges, wiping soapy hands on a cloth.
“Afternoon officer. Is there something we can do for you?”
“Good afternoon Mrs…?”
“Collier.”
“Thank you.” He takes a notebook from a pocket, jotting into it. “Good afternoon Mrs Collier. I’m looking for someone, a young woman by the name of Jennifer Conners. I understand she lives at this address. Is she around?”
“Jenny? No, she’s not here.” Mrs Collier frowns, pursing her lips. “Is she in some sort of trouble?”
“Nothing to worry about.” The officer’s smile is tight and somehow, not pleasant. “I just need a word with her. Got a couple of things we need to clear up. Where would I find her?” He swings his head around the yard, eyes invisible behind dark glasses.
“As I said, she’s not here,”