CHAPTER TEN
The bookshop was busier than expected for a Monday morning but most of the customers were as interested in discussing the recent events as buying books. Speculation rippled through the town if the comments were anything to go by.
“Do the police know if it really is a body. A human body?” Bronnie, who worked at Italia, rested her elbows on the counter as Rosie rang up her sale. “Maybe it’s a prank. You know, a pretend skeleton put there to scare someone.”
“I’m sure the medical examiner will work it out.” Rosie said.
“But, how strange would it be if it is for real? All these murders in our little town! I hope there isn’t a serial killer about.”
“I’m sure there isn’t.” Charlotte wasn’t at all sure but no point worrying anyone.
Bronnie left and Esther hurried in.
“Can’t stay
