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moat around their property and keep everyone out. It isn't possible these days. Life has a way of intruding in all sorts of ways.' 'Rose Shepherd does seem to have been a very solitary person, though. She lived on her own, and she didn't mix with the neighbours, by all accounts. No one in Pinfold Lane knows who Miss Shepherd's next of kin could be, or whether she had a family at all. We found an address book near the phone downstairs, but we can't,see any obvious relatives listed. In fact, the entries seem to be all routine stuff - doctor, dentist, a local garage.' 'There must be something in the house to give us names. A diary, letters . . . ?' 'Well, we're still looking. But it seems odd. There ought to be somewhere obvious for her to keep information like that. Why make us hunt for it?' 'Try a phone bill. See what numbers she called most often, who was on her Family and Friends list.' 'Yes, sir.' 'How long had she lived here? Do we know that?' 'The neighbours say about a year. Miss Shepherd moved in on her own, with no sign of a husband or anything. No secret lover sneaking in through the back door either.' 'If the lover was secret, no one would know about him, surely?' 'This is a village,' said Hitchens, as if that explained everything. 'You know, this is a large house for one woman living on her own.'
    'She doesn't seem to have employed anyone, not even a gardener or cleaner. The lady at the next property down the lane says Miss Shepherd did some gardening herself now and then. She used to see her from her bedroom window, pottering about on the other side of the hedge.' He looked up at Kessen. 'See what I mean about a village? Who needs surveillance?' 'But the house?' Kessen brushed at a cobweb. 'It looks as though it could have done with the attention of a cleaner now and then, to be honest.' 'Presumably Miss Shepherd was less keen on housework than gardening.' Kessen turned back to Abbott. 'What about security? We know she had an intruder alarm.' 'A top-of-the-range monitored system, too. She wanted to be sure that there would be a police response if she had an intruder. Motion sensors - so possibly an audio connection or a CCTV camera somewhere. We can check with the monitoring centre whether she ever had any alerts. This is more than a DIY job, or a bells-only system.' 'Doors and windows?' 'Five-lever mortice deadlocks, and hinge bolts.' Abbott tapped the fanlight. 'Laminated glass - almost impossible to break in the normal way. Oh, and there's a restrictor on the inside of the letter box to stop anyone reaching through to release locks and bolts. She didn't use the letter box on the door, though. There's one on the gates.' 'Probably the gates came later.' Abbott moved around the room. 'We've got double glazing, key-operated window locks. Venetian blinds, so she could stop people looking in without blocking the light. Outside, I noticed there were bulkhead lights as well as the floodlights fitted with motion detectors.' 'She seems to have had good advice on security.' 'There's even a shredder next to the desk here. She wasn't taking any chances.'
    'She knew about bin raiding, then. Not everyone has that sort of nous. I wonder where she learned about the risk of identity theft.' 'What about that Notts exercise a while ago? Wasn't that in the local papers?' 'Could have been.' Cooper remembered that, too. Nottinghamshire Police had decided to take the contents of hundreds of household bins and analyse them to see what people were throwing away. A messy job, but interesting results. They found nearly ninety per cent of domestic rubbish contained information that would be helpful to fraudsters. Most of the bins had the full name and address of someone in the household, and many had details of bank account numbers and sort codes. Some had the full set. Helpful? That was more like making someone a Christmas present of your bank account. PC Judson would be horrified. 'The one thing we've found is her passport,' said Hitchens.