Chapter ThirteenLorna and Margaret sat in the room they now shared, with a silver sun sinking outside and a bright fire crackling in the grate.
'So what do we have,' Lorna sipped delicately at a cup of tea and looked across to Margaret, who sat, slightly hesitantly, on one of the armchairs. 'Let's put it all together and see where we go from here.'
Margaret produced her notebook and opened it on the table. 'We have a lot of information, Miss, but nothing that makes sense.'
'Remind me what we have,' Lorna said.
Margaret looked pleased to be asked. 'Most of this is just moonshine,' she said. 'We have Findhorn found naked.' Margaret said the word softly, as if afraid to be heard. Only when Lorna nodded encouragement did she continue. 'And he was tied, upside down in a well. The police thi
