Mel was waiting outside Chelyan’s cottage on Sunday morning before seven, their new walking time now that the days were noticeably longer.
“Good morning, Mel,” she greeted him after she closed the door.
“Good morning. Looks like we have ourselves a perfect day in the making.”
“It certainly does.”
They headed west along the water’s edge, and it didn’t take Mel very long to start up the day’s conversation. “I’ll explain why in a minute, but I’d like your permission to start my own investigation into your husband’s death.”
Chelyan stopped in her tracks and gave him an unmistakable frown. “Explain now, please.”
“I will, of course, but let’s keep on walking as I talk.” They took off again and Mel continued with his explanation. “I have decades of experience researching crimes for my newsp
