For just one minute, Susan wished Hunt could be just a touch less threatening. Catching flies with honey was far better, she had learned. Damn, Cass was rubbing off on her.
Bletchley looked a little shifty as he let them in, and she hear a child's voice wailing. At the apology, she realised that was the son - Liam.
"That would be your son, Liam? the one who was regularly babysat by Madame Rosmerta?" She asked the easy questions first.
"We're just talking to all those who knew her, hoping we can find out just all that we can about events leading up to Friday night."
"Is there anything you can tell us that might help lead us to whoever may have done this crime?" Susan figured that she should not outright accuse him - let him think he was helping them along with the investigation.