‘Are you sure he said Perelli?’
I spotted a slight movement out on the terrace, and guessed Muffin had arrived.
She turned away from me.
‘Why should I make it up?’
I moved over to the casement doors. Muffin, Paula and Mary Jerome were out there. I beckoned to Muffin, motioning to Paula and Mary to remain where they were.
Mifflin came into the lounge like a cat on a hot stove.
Serena turned swiftly and stared at him.
‘Dedrick’s upstairs,’ I told Mifflin. ‘He’s dead. Suicide.’
Muffin grunted, walked quickly across the room to the door. I watched him mount the stairs.
‘How—how did he get here?’ Serena asked, bar band going to her throat.