Lena Jones - Agatha Oddly

We walk up the stairs and enter a room where there are lots of religious paintings in dark colours with splashes of gold.

‘So, what did you find out?’ I ask him.

‘Not much. You?’

‘Robbo last saw her at the end of the day on Friday, when she did her usual round of goodbyes. She seemed distracted – she kept checking her phone. He also confirmed she was dressed in the clothes we saw on the monitor.’

‘So that was her then, on her way out?’

‘Yes. It’s good to have that confirmed,’ I say.

He nods and consults his notes. ‘Emma saw her in the ladies’ toilets at five twenty pm. They smiled and exchanged pleasantries – nothing more. I also had a quick chat with the other two attendants—’

‘Wow, you’re quick!’

‘Well – nothing to report, basically, so there was no reason to keep them talking.’

‘So, no leads …’

He shakes his head. ‘We’d better report to Dr Mac. Let’s hope she’s not expecting any results yet.’

‘I’d also like to inspect Sheila’s office, if she has one.’

He nods. ‘She does. We can get the key from Dr MacDonald.’

We head back down to the main foyer area and from there pass through another staff-only door and take the stairs two flights to the second floor. Arthur’s been here before, so he leads the way. As we walk, I tentatively say, ‘Arthur – have you noticed anything not quite right about the Sunflowers painting since it moved position?’

He shakes his head and looks puzzled. ‘No. What sort of thing?’

‘Just the colouring … I’m probably imagining it. Forget it.’ I decide not to mention the invisible A at this point – it might distract us, and Sheila’s safety must be our priority.

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