"I’m sorry. I’ve only just got here. My mother died. I’m back to arrange her funeral. I live...I mean I lived here,” Joe said, realising he was maybe giving away more than he needed to.
“Oh, I’m sorry to trouble you, it’s just we thought this house was empty,” she said.
“It’s a little unusual for the police to break and enter, Inspector.” he said pointedly.
“Oh, I didn’t. Your door was already open. I thought maybe there had been a break in. I was as surprised to see you as you were me.”
Joe narrowed his eyes, “That door wasn’t open, I would have noticed”
The inspector turned round to look at the door.
“I can assure you, I am not in the habit of making up stories. I need to see some ID. I’m sorry. I can’t take your word for it” she said, reaching out her hand.