CHAPTER TWENTY
Rosie did no such thing, claiming to have had customers and then to have forgotten. Charlotte gave up, deciding she’d phone him herself and hope he’d understand how stubborn his mother was.
Between customers, Rosie outlined her interview with Katrina and Bryce. “I like them, but now I’m wondering if they suspect me.”
“Of…”
“Murder, of course.”
Charlotte almost spat out the mouthful of coffee she’d just taken.
“No more deaths, Charlie. Try not to choke.”
“Thanks. Did they say you’re a suspect?”
“Well, no, but they ran through a list of motives I might have. And mentioned they’d like to search my property for a potential murder weapon.”
Charlotte had no words. Not one. She stared at Rosie, realising her mouth was open, and closed it.
“I’d told them to go ahead. I sti
