CHAPTER 6
ARMED WITH A map the barmaid had hastily scribbled on the back of her order pad, I found Carol’s bed and breakfast within fifteen minutes. Melrose was a chocolate-box cottage on a quiet lane, white with wooden beams and a thatched roof, straight out of the pages of one of those fancy magazines dentists kept in the waiting room to remind you how inadequate your life was. Even in winter, the garden looked beautiful, all manicured lawn and neatly edged flower borders. A stone cupid peeped out from between the bare branches, his arrow aimed straight at my f*****g heart.
The curtains twitched, and I’d just lifted my hand up to knock when the door swung open and a tiny lady greeted me with a wide smile and curious eyes.
“Hello, dear. Elsa from The Coach and Horses said you’d be stop
