Detective Eric Pederssen sits in the modern chair across from his superior, Leonora Cavish, in her office. Like the Chief of Detectives herself, the room is devoid of embellishment.
She hands him a piece of paper. “Here is the court order you requested to bring Felicity Harmon back from New York City to Ravenspond for further questioning,” she tells him crisply. “No delays this time since the death of Harris Thomson. They’re picking her up as we speak. She should arrive accompanied by her mother at 3 p.m. this afternoon.” Only her gray eyes smile.
Eric takes the paper, holding her gaze for a moment. “I’ll be ready for her. You sitting in on this one?”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” She stands up, brushing down her pant suit. “We’ll inform her we have taped confessions from the two ma
