CHAPTER NINE
Doug was already waiting at the police station at eleven when she jogged around the corner.
“I’m so sorry.” Charlotte puffed as she stopped near him. “Delayed by a customer.”
“I’m early. And Sid only drove in thirty seconds ago.” Doug Oaks was head chef at Italia, and married to Esther, owner of the dress shop. The same dress shop broken into last year and its Christmas tree stolen. Doug was a fair and even-tempered man and his attendance with Charlotte at the station gave her a sense of confidence.
The police station was a standalone stone building. Very old, it cried out for a coat of paint. Unlike Trev’s station, with its small house attached, this was little more than four walls and barred windows.
“Ready?” Doug led the way.
“Thanks for coming with me. I’m not comfor
