I awoke on Sunday morning feeling frazzled. The prospect of visiting Dad at the Peaceful Rest nursing home had never felt pleasanter. A much-needed reprieve from the intensity of sleuthing. Two whole days and two suspects under consideration and scarcely a clue to be found. I would have suggested giving up were it not for the awful knowledge that we could have prevented the gruesome event, if only I had let Doris head straight for the Tupperware. The trouble was, we had more questions than answers and the more we explored the possibilities the more confusing things became. Doris was stuck on Bob, and I had my doubts about Brad, but we still had a list of other suspects to consider.
I’d spent the rest of Saturday up to my elbows in domesticity – cooking for Dad mostly – with Doris popping
