CHAPTER 2
Johnathan fought against the shrill wind that was trying to force him backwards. He was knee-deep in snow, and every step was slow and measured so that he didn’t fall off balance. Strung across his shoulder was the bag of ingredients that Alfred had left him and clutched in his hand was a case full of Super Notes, ready to be presented at the next household he stopped at.
A month had passed since Mr Edwards’ death. Though Johnathan had called a Doktor to formally confirm it at the time, they hadn’t been able to figure out why he’d died. Doktor Mannings had been most insistent that an autopsy be conducted, but Mrs Higgins wouldn’t hear of it, saying that any such inquiries would delay her getting a tenant to replace him, and apparently, that was something she could ill afford. H
