CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
“We need to find a copy. There isn’t anyone you know who would loan us theirs?”
Rosie tapped on the keyboard. “There’s a couple I could try, but most buyers get these kinds of books to send to their friends or family in other places. I’ll phone them, but don’t hold out much hope.”
“Before you do, what happened with Bryce?” Charlotte asked.
“Such a nice man. He wasn’t concerned about that piece of paper. He took some photographs of it, but just suggested I trust my instincts more. Mind you, he did ask about Veronica and why she’d phone me and I struggled to answer. Looking back, I wonder if she knew something happened to Octavia and wanted me to be seen nearby. But how could she, unless she was involved?”
As Rosie attended to making phone calls, Charlotte fetched t
