Damned by Logic
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She stepped forward and kissed him on the cheek, hurried along the corridor.
To a certain extent, he thought, Frick was right. Policewomen were different.
As she stepped into the hall at number thirty-four, Belinda said, ‘I’m here to give you a message from the inspector.’
‘Report at the police station at o nine hundred hours?’ he suggested bitterly.
‘There’s fresh evidence which proves you had no part in your wife’s death or that of Melanie Caine’s; that you are completely innocent.’
He spoke slowly. ‘Now I know what it’s like to be told it was a mistake and one is not fatally ill. We must celebrate ...’ He stopped abruptly; he was ignoring her aversion to being told what to do.
She came forward, joined her hands behind his neck. ‘Aren’t you going to tell me how we must celebrate?’