Sometimes, just sometimes, a human being and a wild animal make a special connection that changes both of their lives. So it was with Rockport, Maine's Harry Goodridge and the harbor seal pup he named Andre. The two became inseparable, though the seal was free to come and go as he pleased. (His floating enclosure in the harbor simply minimized his presence in skiffs owned by yachtsmen, who complained about his sunbathing in their dinghies.)
This is for those of us who love detective fiction. Specifically, the Agatha Christie kind. The whodunnits. The kind where someone is murdered in a sleepy English village, and then all the safely kept secrets start to spill out. It's by a writer for "Midsomer Murders," so he knows his stuff. It's also a brilliant novel-within-a novel, with plenty of twists.