Margaret, a local shop owner and self-proclaimed amateur sleuth, was particularly intrigued. She had lived in Maplewood for nearly a decade and considered herself a part of its fabric. The Whittaker house had been empty for far too long, and she welcomed the prospect of new faces. Her cat, Tilly, perched on the windowsill, seemed equally interested, her ears perked up at the sound of boxes being dropped and furniture being rearranged.
