“The obituaries? Why on earth would you want to know who sent in one of those? Seems pretty obvious, doesn’t it?” The boy a harried journalist sent to help us reminded us of Constable Crabtree in many ways: talkative, excitable, keen on his own ideas.

“Can you just check?” Crabtree asked, frustrated.

The boy made a face but ran off to the records room and came back fairly quickly. “Adelaide Kane, was it? Delivered by courier with cash, no name.”