Detective Ted Price sat at Canham’s desk, paging through the inspector’s files. “He hasn’t got much in the way of notes here,” Price said. “Any ideas beyond what we’ve been working on?”
“Nope. Except—”
“Except what?”
“After I deal with the calls on my list, do you mind if I go back to the hotel? I think we need to talk to every employee. There aren’t that many, and I’d like to try establish a timetable. Find out who he hung out with, who he had coffee with, anything. Not just the day before he died, but all the time he was here. And I want to try one more look through the room to see if I can find—” He paused, at a loss.
“Find what?”
Rhys was saved from having to corral his thoughts by another call from the Commander. Price put the phone on speaker mode. “They’ve admitted Canham to th
