Morse switched on the gramophone to ‘play’, and sought to switch
his mind away from all the terrestrial troubles. Sometimes, this
way, he almost managed to forget. But not tonight . . . Anne
Scott’s address was scribbled on a crumpled note in the pocket of
Morse’s smartest suit. He turned the corner of Canal Street,
Jericho, on the afternoon of Wednesday, 3rd October. He hadn’t
planned a second visit. But he was back later the same day – as the
officer in charge of a suicide investigation . . .