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monotone voice, surprising Dimitris by her lack of enthusiasm. “I got hot sunbathing so I went into the sea for a while. When I’d had enough, I started to come back to the beach, but I saw a cave not far from here. I was curious so decided to go in. It was quite dark and I tripped over something. When I looked, it was the body. I bent down and saw it was Lucy Fowler. Her body anyway.”
    “If she were face down, how could you recognize her?”
    “Oh, for a start, I recognized her outfit. She was wearing exactly the same thing when I saw her in the village shop yesterday afternoon. Then I pushed her hair away from her face to make sure.”
    “So you touched the body?” Dimitris asked, a little more harshly now.
    Eve had heard him speak like this to her many times, usually when she had interfered in his cases before.
    “I had to be sure,” Eve replied calmly, refusing to be put off by his attitude. “I know; I wasn’t thinking, but I also wasn’t certain that she was dead. I had to check. It could have been a matter of life and death. As it was, she was well and truly dead.”
    Dimitris wasn’t sure if he believed her. She was probably just being nosey, but then not many women, even someone as brave as Eve, would particularly want to touch a dead body.
    “I mean if she had still been alive, I could have helped her, don’t you agree?” Eve smiled sweetly.
    Dimitris wondered what Eve was playing at. She wasn’t behaving in her normal manner. She was being co-operative and that was nothing like the Eve Masters who Dimitris Kastrinakis knew.
    She’s up to something. I don’t know what, but I’ll have to keep a close eye on her.
    “Yes, you could have helped her and she could have told us who had attacked her. Very well, I agree you had to find out if she was alive or not. Now, I just have a few more questions for you. What time yesterday afternoon did you see Lucy Fowler?”
    “It was just after three. I can tell you that because I’d watched Masterchef Australia on TV which finishes at three and I went to the shop directly after.”
    “Did you speak to Lucy?”
    “We said hello and that was it. We don’t get on particularly well.”
    “During the last case, she and her husband weren’t getting on. Have they reconciled?”
    “I don’t think they are getting on any better, though they still live together,” Eve replied, wondering if he suspected Kevin.
    “And you, Miss Masters, have you seen her socially recently?”
“No, I try to avoid socializing with people I don’t get on with, though sometimes it can’t be helped. However I did notice her out with other people on Saturday. David and I were in The Black Cat with Paul and Jane having a drink while Lucy was there with her husband and Betty and Don Jones.”
    “Isn’t Paul her brother-in-law?” Dimitris asked.
    “Yes, well by adoption as you know, why?”
    “I’m surprised you weren’t all having a drink together. That would seem like a case for burying the hatchet, as you British say.”
    “I’m very impressed by your knowledge of common English sayings,” Eve said, sounding surprised.
    Dimitris gave a nod of the head, but Eve didn’t give him time to elaborate, certain he would say it was because he had been spending too much time solving English ex-pat murder cases.
    “I think you know that Betty and I don’t much care for each other, so it would hardly have been a pleasant evening.”
    In fact Eve and Betty hadn’t been able to stand the sight of each other from the moment they had first met and there had been a feud going on between them since that time. Betty had tried her hardest to keep her apart from David, but she hadn’t succeeded and instead had now alienated David as well as Eve, much to Betty’s disappointment. She admired David enormously.
    “How did Lucy seem on Saturday?” Dimitris continued.
    “It’s funny you should ask because she was a bit tipsy. It’s quite unusual for her and she gets argumentative when