“Yeah. But as I told your colleagues… How could we have noticed anything with all those comings and goings? It’s darned lucky I found her so quickly. She could have stayed there much longer… Oh, we’re almost there.”
Harry Logan halted the cart after rounding a curve, stopping short just in front of the sign for the sixth hole.
“Here we are, sir. The sixth hole, the Heathery, where she was found,” said the greenkeeper pointing towards a long series of holes and bumps in various shades of light and dark green.
“Excuse me, Mr Logan, how far are we from where we started, I mean from the clubhouse?”
“We’ve gone at least a mile and a half. I said it wasn’t nearby.”
“And what’s this all around us?”
“Well, look for yourself. On the right, there’s the rough and its wooded zone. And there’s th
