Me: Should we even be here, Nell?
Nell: We’re revisiting the scene of the crime.
Me: Do we know it was a crime?
Nell: Harriet’s voice has been stolen.
Me: Tell me again what she said.
Nell: She didn’t say anything. She’s lost her voice. Do keep up.
Me: Tell me what she wrote.
Nell: Harriet received a text on her iBone asking her to come to the Saucy Seagull at once but to tell no one.
Me: And to bring a tennis ball.
Nell: No. The ball was her idea.
Me: Why did she go?
Nell: It was signed S.
Me: I never sent that text, Nell. Why would I?
Nell: You aren’t the only S.
Me: Susan wouldn’t either. I know her father’s a baddy but she’s a dear little seagull.
Nell: Not Susan. It’s obvious who Harriet thought it was. She is a spy after all.
Me: Why would Sally do that to her?
Nell: She didn’t. I said that’s who Harriet thought it was, not who it really was. You just mentioned him.
Me: Stephen Seagull? But why did he sign it?
Nell: He knew Harriet would think it was Sally and it amused him I expect.
Me: The rotten scoundrel. What happened then?
Nell: Harriet arrived at the Saucy Seagull to find Sandy Shore waiting for her.
Me: To be fair that’s what you’d expect to find on a beach.
Nell: I meant Stephen Seagull’s partner in crime.
Me: Maybe Sandy sent the text?
Nell: That’s not the point.
Me: No.
Nell: Sandy welcomed Harriet and offered her a cocktail.
Me: Was it a Dry Martini, ‘shaken not stirred’?
Nell: No.
Me: I bet it was a Hanky Panky.
Nell: Enough with the cocktails. Do you want to know what happened next?
Me: Yes. Sorry.
