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Bone weary, and more than a little frustrated, Nathan perched himself on the low filing cabinet that sat behind the desk in the converted box room. There was only the one chair in the room and that was occupied by Louisa, who was at the computer, so he had no choice but to perch where he was if he wanted to be able to see what Louisa was doing and talk to her at the same time.
“I take it things are not going well,” Louisa remarked over her shoulder as she continued with what she was doing on the computer.
Nathan responded to that with a shrug that Louisa couldn’t see that could have meant anything. “Right now I have to consider everyone who was staying at the hotel when Mrs Pierson was killed a suspect, which means I have more than twenty suspects. That’s more than I like dealing wit
