Bessie shivers in her cranberry wool jacket as she rides her bike along the street a block away from the hospital. It’s brisk to say the least, this Saturday early afternoon. Pretty soon the snow will fall, and she won’t be able to ride till spring again. Her long red hair is pulled back into a ponytail under a navy-blue toque that matches the scarf Leila had knitted for her for Christmas last year.
Her thoughts wander to Leif Holm. All these months since his arrest and they still haven’t heard a word. Maybe she’ll ask Aunt Maureen tomorrow when they go over for dinner. After all, it was her and Uncle John who had first hired him when they were still living in Ireland and Leif was an architectural student doing work on their farm. When they decided to move to Ravenspond, they had sponsore
