Tessa opened the back door to the farmhouse and ushered Mia through the mudroom into the kitchen.
‘Mummy, what’s that funny smell?’
The house, which had been closed up since the day the police had arrested Robbie and Jordan and confiscated the guns they’d planned to use in the ambush, appeared to be in order, despite Tessa’s worst fears about the mess a search would leave behind. The rank odour filling the kitchen, however, told her none of the officers who’d searched the house had had the presence of mind to empty the scraps bucket in the cupboard under the sink.
‘Let me open the window,’ said Tessa, dumping her bag of groceries on the kitchen table and crossing to the window, before taking the offending bucket of rotting food scraps outside.
Mia followed her into the garden. ‘When’s
