Sliced Bread 2: The Greatest Thing Since Sliced Bread

In one way, things are back to normal now; obviously, there's no need for me to defend Greyghost's identity against Claudia Calhoun. So I can settle comfortably back into my rut, and Greyghost can go investigate a murder, and all is right with the world.

In another way, things are super-tense. We're all looking at each other a little suspiciously--Cruickshank, Greyghost, Cassie, Ingrid and me. We're all pretty sure that none of the rest of us were involved in the Calhoun murder, but I don't think we're completely sure. And that's not the worst of it.

The worst of it was this morning's copy of the Moon. Front page: Icecap has released a statement to the press about how he and his cadre of fratboys and suckups are going to bring Claudia Calhoun's killer to justice. That has the potential to get really annoying really fast.

It's weird, though. I woke up this morning with the feeling that I had just solved the murder. But whatever I had been dreaming, I forgot almost instantly. Either I'm having bad deja vu or there's some detail somewhere that I should be paying more attention to.