Harold scowled at the letter, delivered by hand on Thursday afternoon though he didn't see by whom. "I've been rejected again," he said.
"By whom?" Julie was cooking a pasta dish for dinner. At the table, Lucy was trying to eat her toy rabbit.
"The Secret Society of the Following Tuesday." Harold waved the letter at her. "Someone there doesn't like me."
"I don't know. It's a secret society."
In his potting shed Cameron White, Detective-Inspector of the Serious Crime squad, sipped his tea and leafed through a seed catalogue, smiling softly.