Murder At The Rocks (A Fitzjohn Mystery) CHAPTER 15 Early on Friday morning, Fitzjohn lined up with the legal fraternity at Silks Coffee Lounge on Phillip Street, and ordered his steaming brew. Moments later, with his morning newspaper under his arm, he made his way to a table on the small terr...
‘Ah, Betts. At last.’ Betts, his face flushed from the cold outside, closed the door behind him. ‘I’m sorry I’m late, sir. My plane was delayed due to the fog.’ He undid his overcoat while Fitzjohn sat back, an expectant look on his face. ‘How did you get on?’ ‘Well, s...
He appreciated Meg’s suggestion the previous evening that she come to take care of him in, what she called, his hour of need, but in his preoccupation with the Police Integrity Board’s inquiry as well as his present case, he dreaded the prospect. Hopefully, his suggestion that he would take leave...