CHAPTER THIRTEEN
After the bookshop closed for the day, Charlotte longed to visit the waterfall. For the first time, she hesitated. Somebody had been there last time, somebody with an agenda she’d yet to discover. And although Trev assured her it couldn’t be Bernie, there was no way to know whether this photographer was dangerous or simply a misguided person trying to send a message.
But the need to de-stress was too strong, and with a bottle of water, sunglasses, hat, wallet and phone, she wandered off. Changed into shorts and T-shirt. Charlotte still melted in the late afternoon heat. January in Kingfisher Falls was much warmer than December, and both hotter than River’s End. Being a seaside town, the latter was kept more moderate by sea winds.
Before leaving the driveway, Charlotte h
