A Better Tomorrow. D. C. Dalby

against her.”

      “Same thing.” Ward said, perversely and indifferently.

      Stanger immediately gave up trying to explain the difference between being guilty and being innocent. The game was certainly not worth the candle. “You ever wonder why they were interested in her?” He tried to say that as casually as he could.

      Ward shrugged, “Who knows with the CID. Maybe they fancied her.”

      “It wouldn’t be the first time.” Stanger said. “I heard she wasn’t interested though.”

      “Same thing.” Ward said. A comment that made no sense in any context. Stanger wished he had Ward’s ability to just switch off and ignore any conversation that was going on around him. Maybe that was just another sign of the man’s general indifference.

      “Makes you wonder why a tralk like that wasn’t interested. They usually go along with whatever the CID come up with.”

      Ward shrugged. He was scrolling through the images on the camera. None of them would have won any prizes in a photographic show. “She probably just needed a bit of persuading.”

      “Yes.” Stanger said, thinking of how quickly Hannah had been arrested for murder. “You’re probably right there. That would explain it.”