‘What was all that about?’
‘I really have no idea.’ She filled Richard in.
‘Obviously someone, probably Vera, dropped something and Carol found it.’
‘I figured that much.’
‘We mustn’t allow ourselves to get overwrought. In my novel Haversack Harvest my lead character was prone to that tendency and it really mucked up the investigation. I used it as a device, which is, I suppose, why I know so much about it.’
He sounded sage, but Clarissa had enough insight to know he was drawing on the self-same quality lurking in him. But he was right. She already had a headful dealing with the identity of the slain woman, and the bloodcurdling awareness that after their hike back to Cofete, it was possible whoever disposed of the body knew or assumed they knew Clarissa and Richard were witnesses to
