Concerned about Chelyan’s recent roller-coaster emotions, as soon as Mel returned to his cottage after lunch, he phoned his old pal Detective Dean Westmorland in St. Louis.
“Hi Mel. I thought you’d be taking a nice nap on the beach about now.”
Mel chuckled. “Too damn hot for that right now, and I have something gnawing away at me that I hope you can help me with.”
“I’m listening.”
“I remember back years ago that you used to have a psychic you consulted with now and then when you were stumped on cases. Do you still stay in touch with her?”
“Now and then, but it has been a while. What’s up?”
“Chelyan has been a basket case at times, especially concerning possible mafia connections to the murder and a second similar murder in Springfield. I’m hoping to bounce our meager collection of le
