CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
The Upperhanded Curl“Flagstaff. That’s the suburb at the top of Hamilton, isn’t it?” Lacey looked at Vanessa for confirmation.
Jen replied instead. “Yeah. It’s an older suburb than Rototuna, but I’ve never heard of a murder there.”
“Someone’s helping them with their enquiries.” Ronnie rocked back on her heels and grinned at the rusk spattered mother with her matching child. “I wonder who found the body. The killer always turns out to be the person who found them.” She chucked the baby under the chin, and he chased her finger with his mouth like a piranha. The kid was a raging carnivore. Why could nobody see it? Kit bit back her comment in defence of the unfortunate people of the world who happened across dead bodies. She allowed her gaze to slide sideways to where t
