CHAPTER SIX
“Why are those two over there?” Detective Bryce Davis nodded in the direction of Terrance and Sid. “If I were them, I’d be keeping my collective heads down.”
Trev followed Bryce’s line of sight. “Happy to go ask them.”
“Trust the detective...” Bryce chuckled, his attention now on the other corner.
Before even looking, Trev knew he meant Charlotte. Bryce’s nickname for her might have started as sarcasm for her amateur sleuthing, but was now a term of respect with a touch of humour.
Charlotte was on the diagonal corner from Sid and Terrance and using her phone. As a camera. He’d seen her take enough photographs to know, even from this distance, what she was up to. Snapping shots discreetly.
“What are you doing?” he muttered.
“I bet she suspects them of killing Cecil.” Bryc
