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‘Yes, of course,’ said Scott quickly. ‘Have you had any visitors in the past three weeks?’

Gareth thought for a moment.

‘No,’ he said finally.

‘Who else uses the gun room?’

‘No one does. It’s just me. Wendy cleans in here, but she wouldn’t touch the cabinets.’

‘Do you have a cleaner?’

Gareth scoffs.

‘Do me a favour, son. I’m a farmer. We don’t have cleaners.’

Scott looked at the neat gun cabinet.

‘Who was the last person in here, apart from you and Wendy?’

‘Why, Ryan, of course.’

‘No one else?’

‘Not while I was looking,’ said Gareth.

Scott nodded.

He lifted the box of cartridges from the cabinet and photographed it with his iPhone.

‘You don’t think it’s connected to that murder, do you?’ asked Gareth, concerned.

Scott raised his eyebrows.

‘I know. You’re not at liberty to say. Let’s get you that Bakewell tart.’

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Ellen glanced around the hotel room. She hadn’t expected it to be as plush as this. It seemed an extravagant expense. She hung her clothes in the wardrobe and then looked at herself in the mirror. There was a pink flush to her cheeks. Weis had seemed pleased to see her and the truth was she had been pleased to see him. He somehow seemed to get better looking each time she saw him. She checked the time. He would be here any minute. He was travelling with her to Fernsea. She sat on the bed and thought fleetingly of Abby Miller before pulling her phone from her bag and calling the station in St Cecilia’s. She waited for a couple of minutes, but no one answered the phone. She decided to try later and grabbing her bag headed to the foyer where Weis would be waiting.

He jumped up from his chair on seeing her.

‘Have you been waiting long?’ she asked.

‘No, no. I’ve only just arrived. Is your room okay?’

‘It’s perfect,’ she smiled.

‘That’s good.’

Ellen thought he looked relieved.

‘I hope it’s not costing too much.’

‘Don’t worry about that,’ he said, opening the door for her. Ellen tried to remember the last time Peter had held open a door for her.

‘Thanks for arranging everything,’ she said, feeling herself blush.

How ridiculous I am, she thought.

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