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Melissa yawned mightily as she leaned on the doorbell at her superior’s house. Her mouth gaped like the entrance to a cave suitable for roosting bats, but she closed it hastily when the door opened.
“Melissa, what are doing here so early?” Irene Stevens asked when she saw who was on the doorstep. “Constance.” If she was surprised to see Melissa, it was nothing to how she felt at seeing who was with her. “Has something happened? Something new?”
Melissa hesitated briefly and then nodded. “You could say that,” she said, wondering if Mitchell had told the inspector any of what had happened at the hospital the previous evening; she doubted it, it was past midnight when they made it back to the village, and she didn’t imagine Mitchell would have wanted to admit what he had done. “I know it
