The temperature in Osla was just right in mid-April, not too cold nor too dry, and the breeze was mild.
Rae Bennett pushed through the doorway curtain and entered a traditional tea house. She stood near the cashier's desk, looking around inside.
The clerk came over and asked, "Do you have a reservation?"
"Yes."
Rae showed the room number on her phone to the clerk.
The clerk led the way, "Please follow me."
The Chrysanthemum Room number three was at the very back.
Rae opened the door, and the person she was meeting had already arrived.
The man stood up, quite tall, around thirty years old, "Miss Bennett."
Rae closed the door, and after sitting down, the man poured her a cup of tea and handed her a document bag.
"Cyril Atkins's ancestral home is in Witham. Thirty-five years ago, he was sentenced to six years for burglary. After his release, he smuggled himself to Vigalanka."
Rae knew that Linda Roberts's ancestral home was also in Witham.
