“GOOD AFTERNOON, MR Wild, I’m Detective Inspector Harrison,” he said as he approached the bed. “I’ve been put in charge of the investigation into the murders you’ve been accused of in Oakhurst. Sorry to disturb your lunch but I’m here to ask you a few questions, if you don’t mind.”
“Given that you’ve probably saved me from a bout of food poisoning, I don’t mind at all.” Zack swung the table that held his tray of ‘food’ away from the bed, so he wouldn’t have to look at it. “I take it Sergeant Mitchell is no longer involved with the investigation.” Involuntarily, his hand went to his throat, which was still sore from the previous evening.
“That’s right. After last night’s incident, it was decided that the investigation would be better off in the hands of someone not so closely connected to
