“Where are you staying?” asked the cabbie as we left Whitby and headed back across the Yorkshire Dales.

“The Old Swan in Harrogate.”

He glanced into his rear view mirror and caught my eye. “Did you know that Agatha Christie stayed there?”

“I discovered that only this morning.”

“You could have Claire and Martin stay there.”

“I could, but what would they investigate? Any suggestions.”

“Beats me, mate. You’re the writer.”

I sighed. “I don’t feel like a writer right now. I need to find a mystery for my characters to solve. All I’ve got at the moment are a few vague ideas.”

“Want me to pick you up again tomorrow so that you can explore a few of the local tourist spots?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“I started your latest book while you were off exploring on foot.”

“INTRIGUE AT SANDY POINT?”

“Yep. I’m intrigued by the CIA agent who was killed in the first chapter.”

I chuckled. “Keep reading. It gets even more intriguing the further you get into it.”

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