CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Charlotte watched dawn rise from the balcony, letting a second coffee go cold untouched. She’d watched the footage over and over until the truth sank in.
Henry was stalking her. Or whatever it was he was doing. Taking her photo multiple times, leaving cryptic clues, and creeping to her door on multiple occasions.
Why?
She didn’t know him well enough to speculate, but what she did know hadn’t alerted her to him being behind this.
He’d grown up in Kingfisher Falls, according to a comment from Rosie once. One employer his whole adult life. The pub. First as a waiter, then learning management and taking over the bistro and function rooms. Fred and Glenys owned the pub until a few years ago, after Fred’s accident, when Glenys retired.
Who owns it now?
Charlotte almost
