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John Barnaby and Ben Jones entered the small pub, where only two people sat. One of them was their murdervictims husband, Barry Wetherby, they went up to him. -My Wetherby, we are very sorry for your lost... but their are a couple of things we need to ask... Ben Jones stopped listen. The other one in the bar was a women, and Ben could swear he had seen her before. -Exuse me... I am sergant Ben Jones from Causton CID. He said and the women turned towards him and looked closly on him id. -Ok. What do you want? -There has been a murder. Mrs Wetherby... Ben said and the women didn´t look at all surprised or chocked as many others. -Well that has nothing to do with me. I am new here, I don´t know anybody and I don´t cear to either! An other one please... she said and got another pint. Ben nodded and tried really hard to place where he had seen her. The accent she had did´nt help either. -Are you irish? -What gave it away? She said sarcastly. -Have we meet? She shooke her head no. -What about my boss, DCI Barnaby? Now the women looked up and showed something other than a stoneface. -Barnaby... you work with him? Jones nodded and pointed to his boss. -DCI John Barnaby! -Oh, I see. She said with realeaf in the voice. -Jones! Are you comin? Barnaby said and Jones smiled at the woman whoam just went back to her drink.