If she was a professional and, equally, if she was not, David surmised, looking around the flat from the kitchen, he would find nothing. The search he was about to undertake was on the premise she might fall somewhere between. He was not expecting to find anything in particular. Just something, really, that might point to her involvement or otherwise.
Rinsing his coffee mug he left it upside down on the draining board and started in the kitchen with the fridge and freezer. Methodically he went through every cupboard and pulled out drawers, running his hands over the under sides, peering into the recesses. He scrunched curtain hems and checked the blinds then moved into the tiny bathroom. That also yielded nothing. Standing back in the living area David consulted his watch. It was barely nine thirty. He had been at it for just over an hour. The chest of drawers was so obvious he left it until last.