By the day after the macabre murder of his aunt, the EPS was on the case and Annie and Mark felt they could relax that evening at home, mourn the loss, and discuss plans that would take their minds off the present situation. Although it was still June, Annie worried that autumn and then an Alberta winter would be on them sooner than expected. Mark’s daily commute to Sherwood Park where he worked just wouldn’t cut it if he had only a motorcycle to ride.
“You’re right, we’re going to need a car,” Mark said that evening. “Our motorbikes won’t be useful in an Edmonton winter.”
Annie laid her head on his shoulder. They sprawled out on the old sofa, a bottle of wine between them. “Glad you agree,” she said. “I’ve been wanting a car since Moses was a baby. What kind should we get, do you think?
