They all ate hungrily straight from the wrapping on the scrubbed wooden kitchen table. Ben poured mugs of strong tea.
“So, just what were you doing?” said Spencer with an indulgent smile.
She took a deep breath.
“It’s a long story....”
She detailed everything she knew and suspected. She followed their fascinated faces as she described the character of the Arrowsmiths, the skunk w**d, the details of the post-mortem, the presence of dog hairs on the body.
“So, what led you to this Arrowsmith family?”
She remembered her assurance to Ben that she would never reveal him as a source. She gave him a flick of a glance to let him know she’d meant it.
“Just a hunch. Maybe I saw a girl in that Chrysler we saw speeding through the village. It was something between a guess and a subliminal flash
