"Anything happened?" Watters asked as he returned to the Bon Vista mill. He felt better after taking a detour to speak to Marie. He had eaten, shaved, and picked up his revolver.
Scuddamore tried to hide his pipe as he stood up from his chair. "No, Sergeant. It"s as quiet as the grave here."
"I"ll take over again," Watters said. "Go back to your normal duty."
"Yes, Sergeant." Scuddamore hurried away.
Ignoring the pipe smoke that Scuddamore had left in his wake, Watters sank onto the chair. He checked his watch; the hours were slowly ticking past. Night again fell, accompanied by a light, chilling rain.
This attack on Amy was a worrying new development. If the murder on Lady of Blackness, the attempts at fire-raising, and the assault on Amy were related, then somebody undoubtedly was p
