Friday morning, early
It’s Dorothy Price again. You may not even have noticed that
despite finding out who reported finding the corpse at Monkton Priory, I have
been left in the dark about other aspects of the case and was forced to phone
Nigel at the office to get what I think you would call an update, though it
isn’t much of one, I admit.
Nigel was almost as distraught as I was and seemed almost as
much in the dark, but since the whole case is a mess that does not surprise me.
I have a mind to call a think-tank of my own.
To be quite honest, I think Gary is getting tired of his
job, but it’s not for me to say. Cleo is too involved with her children to get
things organized for Gary, who really needs a strong woman like Cleo to push
him on.
I heard from Nigel that the ecclesiastical relics have been
found, but the men who stole them are still on the run. The rigmarole
accompanying the find is extensive and tiresome. Gary and his colleagues know
who did it, but have not caught up with them yet, Nigel said. I did not pursue
the matter. I’m waiting to be informed on a voluntary basis.
The unfortunate corpse found at the priory has not been
identified, either, though Nigel has a theory he plans to expound to Gary this
morning. I’m curious, but I’ll wait till this afternoon before suggesting my
think-tank. I expect Gary will say I’m interfering, but I don’t care. I need to
know what’s going on. Isn’t that what colleagues are for?
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