Not a lot today. It's been terrifically hot, still is, and we went for a walk. I decided not to add my clue for now and did a little more editing to the middle of the three short chapters. When I couldn't come up with a title for it, I joined it back to the first part.

Here's a small snip of edited stuff, about the second woman's hand -- I've been trying to persuade my narrator he's interested in her, but so far no luck.

‘Definitely the Gazette,’ said Harebell. ‘Look at that ligature.’ She tapped the headline just in case I didn’t know what she meant. I didn’t. In my book, ligatures were those things that got themselves tangled around unlucky folks’ necks. There wasn’t any click this time. Her fingers were thick and blunt with little hairs on the first joint, and her nails were as short as mine.