Inspector Blu was sitting comfortably in an office overlooking the lake. Around him, on the walls, were pictures hanging showing a young man smiling holding a large fish and a trophy, a muddy team posing after a football game. ‘So, Phil, tell me what strikes you here.’ Philip looked around puzzled. His eyes wondered from the golf balls to the Sox autographed ball. He looked at the big bowl of pecan fudge on the desk. He then picked up the empty bowl next to it and smelled it. ‘Ah…’ he said. ‘Autumn bloom…’
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