“I don’t want to shock you or hurt you, Adele,” he said gently, “but the explanation for my forgetfulness is that we’ve had another tragedy.”

She stopped and looked at him.

“Another?”

He nodded.

“Mr. Foss has been murdered,” he said.

She went very white.

“When?” Her voice was calm, almost emotionless.

“Last night.”

“It was after nine,” she said.

His eyebrows went up in surprise.