CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
The steps to the apartment were too much for Charlotte. Katrina took one look at her struggling up the first one and bundled her back into the car.
“House keys, please. What would you like me to collect for a change of clothes?”
Katrina ran upstairs with a list while Charlotte rang Rosie to ask if she could borrow the shower.
A few minutes later, Katrina backed the car out. “I’ll get Bryce to pick me up.”
“Thank you. I’m sorry to put you out.”
“Got to earn some goodwill with Trev.”
“Sid was going to tell me more. He said Kevin Murdoch is behind whatever dirty deals are being done.”
“And we’ll uncover any link with the death of Mrs Morris, if one exists. In the meantime, stay out of it. Not sure why I said that, but, if anyone asks, I did.” Katrina laughed. “I’ll p
