Morse switched on the gramophone to ‘play’, and sought to switch his mind away from all the terrestrial troubles. Sometimes, this way, he almost managed to forget. But not tonight . . .
Anne Scott’s address was scribbled on a crumpled note in the pocket of Morse’s smartest suit.
He turned the corner of Canal Street, Jericho, on the afternoon of Wednesday, 3rd October.
He hadn’t planned a second visit. But he was back later the same day – as the officer in charge of a suicide investigation . . .