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I ripped through the other papers in my usual speedy manner, slowing down only once and then not for long. "Not much of substance in the papers today, Sandra," I said. "The Mail On Sunday has an article that might prove interesting, but in all the other newspapers, nothing. So, we seem to be on our own for the moment."

Having cast an eye over all the papers, I left them in an unkempt pile, needing Sandra's help, a task we almost completed when Flynn knocked on the door.

"Lunch is ready," he said. "We can eat when you have finished."

A few minutes later, we united with the family in the dining room, where Flynn introduced us to Tina's sister Maggie and her husband, James. Once again, we conveyed our commiserations, and once again, family members acknowledged us for our attention to Tina's death.

"We'll talk after lunch," I said, and we sat down to eat.

We had nearly finished a New York-style cheesecake for dessert when Flynn got up to answer the doo