A female figure emerged through Bruce Jenson’s patio door and ran through the gardens to the road. No hair or eye colour as it was so dark. No description of clothing other than tight-fitting trousers and a coat, not bulky. Tallish, slim, her figure gave the gender away.’
The mother, the psycho crazy French biatch, or, is there another player in the game?….. I know it could be the wife or daughter, but that seems so easy that… umm, hang on maybe it’s so easy that the authors pulling a swift one and giving us all these crazy suspects when it’s just another family member too impatient to get their inheritance… ?
