The Curious Case Of Mrs Smith
Sometimes a body would be found in a hotel room, but usually those hotels were in a shadier part of town. And when female bodies were found in such circumstances, they didn’t look like someone’s mother-in-law. The call had come in that morning, and it hadn’t been from the hotel, it had been from the Assistant Commissioner of the Met, personally. They had called him directly, and by the time he had arrived, a hand-picked team was already working the room. They had wanted him, and he had to put his foot down to include Sergeant Evans in this investigation. DCI Norris glanced around the room. Around him the coroner was already examining the body, ‘Mrs Smith’, lying in bed, naked and strangely contorted. Beside the bed was a box, the lid slanting, which appeared …