"Is this Christine Bennett Brooks?" The voice in my ear was female, no-nonsense, and of indeterminate age. "Yes," I acknowledged. "Who's this?""Are you the one who solved the murder of that man in Oakwood last year?""Yes, I am.""You've looked into several murders in the last years, haven't you?""Yes." If I sounded tentative, it was because I didn't know where this was going and I was somewhat intimidated both by the voice and by the direction of the words."Well, here's another one for you. A body will be found later today. I want you to be the first to know. I think you may enjoy looking into this death.""Are you telling me someone has died?""I don't believe I said that."My heart did something crazy. "Ma'am, is someone about to die?""I don't think I said that either.""You--you aren't doing anything to harm yourself, are you?" I was trying to figure out how I could alert the police while keeping this woman on the line when I had only one telephone in my home."Let me repeat what I said, Mrs. Brooks: A body will be found later today. I'm not saying where it will be found or whose body it will be--whose body it is," she corrected herself.

Genre: Mystery