Sanna Firth opened her door as far as the chain allowed.
Felix stood on the narrow path beside a hedge in need of trimming and resisted the urge to look more reassuring than he felt.
“I need to ask about some old accounts.”
“Then ask the estate.”
“We did.”
“And now someone wants the person who prepared them.”
Her fingers tightened against the door.
He took out the appeal reference without approaching.
