“I don’t know.”
“Did you ever see her with anyone — a man, a business partner, anyone who seemed out of place?”
I thought about it.
“There was someone at the memorial.
A man I didn’t recognize.
He stood at the back and left before I could speak to him.
I remember thinking he must have been a colleague of Clara’s.”
Harlow looked up.
“Can you describe him?”
“Tall.
Dark coat.
He kept his distance.” I shook my head.
“It was forty years ago.”
“That’s all right.” She made a note.
“What about Gwen’s finances?
Do you know anything about how she’s lived since then?”
“No.
We had no contact.”
“She moved back here two years ago,” Daniel said.
“She lives on Carver Street.
I looked it up this morning.” He slid a piece of paper across the table.
“That’s the address.”
Harlow looked at it.
She didn’t pick it up immediately.
