"They checked out this morning. I can check their room for any loose feathers if that might help."
Would it? Worth a shot. "Yeah, thanks. I still can't figure out why anyone would come to Maine in the winter."
In February we had one temperature. Cold.
There was only one thing to look at. Snow.
"I'll head up there in a minute and let you know."
"Thanks," I said, ending the call and then starting another one after checking the number from an image in my photos.
It rang and rang. Whatever number the Wilcox gave when they signed into the bed-and-breakfast, they weren't concerned with actually answering it.
The voicemail kicked in, and I left a quick message, trying not to sound suspiciously like I wanted to convict them of murder. What did I say? Hi, did you leave a dead bird back i
