Chapter Seventeen'So Margaret, we may be a little further forward, or we could be chasing our tails.' Lorna sat back in her chair. Since the attempted burglary she ensured the door was kept locked and had Gibson fit an internal bolt. With the shutters folded back, late afternoon sunshine streamed through the eight glass window panes.
Margaret gave a little smile. 'You found out a lot.'
'Wilce said that Findhorn had some good news of some sort shortly before he was murdered.'
'Good news?'
'Apparently so,' Lorna sipped at her tea. 'Wilce said it was like he had found a bottle of rum. Drink seems to be the common currency of the navigators. Now, what would make Findhorn happy?'
'I have no idea,' Margaret said.
'We'll think about that,' Lorna said. 'Let's see what else we have. We know t
