“What’s this all about,” Dr Chilton said when they were both seated, facing each other across a desk.

“I understand that Daphne McDonald was a patient of yours?”

“Daisy…she called herself Daisy but that’s correct. She was here about two months ago. I gave the police information to confirm that so I don’t understand why you’re here.”

Markus sucked on his mint. “Did you know she was murdered?”

“Jesus! I had no idea. When?”

“In March. What can you tell me about her?”

Dr Chilton was a neat man in his late fifties. He wore a trimmed moustache which matched his dyed brown hair. “She was a talkative young lady – I’d say late twenties – new to Sydney."

“Did...

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