SEVENTY-THREE
"Hello?" I answered cautiously, holding the phone receiver to my ear.
"Miss Lockyer? This is Detective McGuinness. I'm sorry I didn't get back to you sooner about the break-in at your house – I managed to pick up a cold somewhere... and just as I thought I was fine, my wife caught it, too, and she was in bed for a solid week. She couldn't do anything – I even had to take the kids to school, cook dinner, do all the cleaning... I don't know how nurses do it – I've been on chicken soup and tissues duty for a week. It's a relief to be back at work."
"I hope everyone's okay now," I replied politely, wondering what he wanted.
"Back at work and all," he said. "But I didn't call to talk about me. I wanted to know if anything else had happened since the break-in. Did you notice an
