Chapter Five
It was just three weeks later that Graham Reynolds made his first trip in six months to the Wild Rose Bed & Breakfast. He arrived without warning on a warm, spring afternoon. Seeing no one on the grounds of the property, he took a casual walk around the front of the house to the side yard where he’d had his favorite garden. Noting that the perennials were beginning to bloom and that his rose bushes looked healthy and ready to blossom, he smiled and returned to the front and mounted the steps. Meeting Patrick Connor on his way, they entered together.
Because there was no one in the foyer of the B&B, Graham retreated to the refurbished living room. It was quite an improvement over the previous decor, so he thought, though it was a little too feminine for his tastes. He
