Anna winced at the sound of laughter issuing from the open window as she pushed open the gate. Whatever the cause of the merriment – and she could distinguish three distinct voices – it would be washed away like sea foam when she delivered her news. She hesitated at the door. Use the bell or give the traditional copper's flat-hand knock? Given the nature of her visit, she opted for the former, holding the button down until the hall light came on. She had a moment to compose her features before the door was opened by a cherry-faced woman wearing a pair of comedy breasts.
Anna pulled out her warrant card. "Mrs. Alicia Ruttle? I'm Detective-sergeant Wilde. I'm sorry to inform you that your husband's been involved in an accident."