What a relief. Fresh sea breezes would only remind me of Vera Potter’s corpse. We planned to break into Sadie Street’s rooms at the Plaza that afternoon, but we needed to leave Cedric at the love nest. Cedric turned heads. I’d reluctantly agreed that Ralph could come. After all, Ralph was the onl...
By the time the hired coach turned down the château’s drive, Ophelia felt crabby and her crunched toe felt close to popping. Prue, wearing her nun’s habit, was asleep on Ophelia’s shoulder—Ophelia’s bear-scratched shoulder. Dalziel, on the opposite seat, gazed at Prue. Professor Penrose had been ...
Prue jerked her head up. She was sprawled facedown on the lumpy ticking mattress, dozing. It wasn’t late, but she only had a candle, and anyway, she sure didn’t intend to peruse the Bible someone had put in the tower. It didn’t have a single picture, even. “Prue.” &n...