My older sister Charlotte was a stunningly beautiful woman with an adorable personality. Everybody loved her. I remember most her raven, flowing hair, and her astonishing, azure eyes and her bright smile. Just by looking at her, by catching her eye and her puckish grin, I felt warmer inside. Charlotte was my hero and protector; my senior by five years…
When she finished school, Charlotte joined the Noosa Heads police force in Queensland, where we lived. That worried our parents, but it inspired me. Both of us had grown up loving Sherlock Holmes and Father Brown. Her joining the police was a dream come true for both of us.
Charlotte fell in love with an older man on the force, Sergeant William Dampier. He was a nice fellow, not all that bright – but very sincere. Bill was a slightly overw
