“Have a seat,” she said, waving Bessie into an uncomfortable-looking wooden chair. Bessie sat down and frowned. The seat was hard and she was tired of sitting anyway. “I know it’s not the most comfortable chair around, but I’ll try to keep this brief,” the inspector told her. “Let’s start with your name and go from there.” “I’m Miss Elizabeth Cubbon, but everyone calls me Bessie.” The woman made a note in a small book and then smiled. “If you don’t mind, then, I’ll call you Bessie as well,” she said. “And you can call me Margaret.” “Thank you,” Bessie said, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the informality, but not about to argue. “So, what brings you to Lakeview?” Margaret asked, leaning back in her chair. The casual pose didn’t fool Bessie. The woman wasn’t going to miss a thing. “My friend, Doona Moore, won a week here in some contest,” Bessie replied. “She invited me to join her.” “Lakeview is a family holiday park. You didn’t mind being two single ladies surrounded by large family groups?”
