THE CRIMSON CORPSE A Tyler & Mills Mystery Mark L. Fowler CHAPTER ONE Constance White sat at her writing desk, her face creased into an aspect of intense concentration. She wasn’t moving, and it was difficult to tell if she was even breathing. It was always like this at the start, at the beginning of anything new; at this setting off into the unknown, where all things were still possible, and wondering how things might turn out. It had been a busy morning, busy and confusing;