ELEVEN
Violet threw herself on Flavia's bed. "So, what excuses has the dirty old man come up with for why he couldn't get all your documents to you in time?"
"None. They were in my inbox within five minutes of the auction ending. Everything. Even a signed confidentiality agreement." Flavia swallowed. "And there's more. He wants a police clearance from me to make sure I'm not a murderer, he says." Her laughter sounded slightly hysterical.
Violet evidently didn't notice, because her giggling sounded sane. "Well, there's your way out. It'll take you weeks to get one and Easter's less than a week away."
Flavia shook her head. "They say that, but it only takes weeks if they have to check old records and stuff. I've lived my whole life here in York. Sergeant Ford had it ready for me in less
