Eric Pederssen strokes his Siamese cat stretched out beside him on the sofa. On the other side of the feline, Leonora Cavish nibbles a piece of imported Gouda between sips of red wine. It’s Sunday evening and they cherish these last few hours of peace before the chaos of Monday morning begins.
His private home line rings. The two lovers share a look before he reaches over for the phone. “Pederssen,” he says crisply.
“Leila MacIntyre,” the voice on the other end responds. “I have an idea for the investigation of the shooting of Regina Kingston.”
Eric glances over at Leonora, who is watching him intently, before he responds. “Evening, Leila. Good to hear from you. Any ideas from you on the school shooting are more than welcome.”
Leonora nods in agreement.
Back in her bedroom a few miles
