I'm sharing conversation over breakfast with an undertaker and a charming widow when a clatter of dishes draws their attention away. This is my chance—I swipe the unattended room key.
An anonymous tip has led me to investigate the disappearance of one Evelyn Deane from Blake Manor in Ireland. Luckily for my investigation, it turns out Evelyn Deane was hardly a shrinking violet, though even the briefest of chats with my fellow guests suggests her vanishing is just the gothic spire of this iceberg. There is something rotten in Blake Manor…and I'm sure I'll get to it at some point after I've thoroughly nosed through all of my fellow guests' dirty laundry.
