Reconstructing the Crime
The next morning they were finishing up breakfast, huddled together in the kitchenette, when Edward announced he wanted a group meeting. “Shouldn’t take long. Just to settle something Leslie’s been worrying over,” and then he led the way from the kitchen out into the back garden—Caroline’s pride and joy. They dragged chairs to a small table in the sunshine, sat down and waited for Edward to begin; all except Caroline, who immediately jumped ahead with a question. “It’s about the old girl and the fire in the village. Leslie’s been good about the whole affair, but I know he hasn’t been himself. I know he was missing you, Edward, but obviously Evangeline’s death has hit him hard.”
“What can you tell me?” Edward asked. “I only know Les found the circumstances unusual
