Chapter Four: The Visit

As the sun rose, Wren came to a decision: she would visit Grima. After all, it wasn’t like it could do any harm. Wren had spoken to everyone in Elkbury and she was no closer to finding out who was responsible for Crispin Boyd’s grisly murder. In fact, her investigations had turned up absolutely nothing. The only gut feeling she had was that Heather Boyd knew far more than she was letting on, but her constant sobbing made it impossible to have a conversation with her.

Out of options and out of any other ideas, talking to Grima was even starting to seem like a sensible idea.  She supposed there was a chance that a few ounces of truth could turn up in the deluge of bullshit that was bound to fall out of the old woman’s mouth. Fortifying herself with a draft of ale, Wren prepared herself for the day ahead.