Chapter 18

“Okay, I’m game. Let’s have at it. Where do we start?”

“Where one always does, darling, at the beginning.” She got up slowly and began walking around the room, using her fingers to tick off the boxes. “First Elspeth Hunter gets a letter—”

“Then shortly afterward she goes and hangs herself,” he said. “You worried over the typed suicide note, the heavy chairs, and such.”

“Yes, that just didn’t make sense.”

“I remember your argument. Then Clive Langdon was next to get a letter. Or to be more precise, the next one we learned of.”

“But he’s still alive and kicking last time I looked in on him at the pub.”

“Damn. You had a drink on your walk and didn’t take me.” Leslie crossed his arms across his chest and glared at her.

“Last time I checked you didn’t need a walk.”

“Funny. Go on.”

“Clive doesn’t fit the pattern.”

“What pattern?”

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out. Follow along now, okay?” She trailed off seemingly lost in thought.