CHAPTER 16
Having caught the local bus back to the town centre I hurried to catch my connecting bus to Bournemouth; I didn’t want to linger in Dorchester, the sighting of DI Wilson uppermost in my mind. My thoughts drifted towards DCI Munroe, I couldn’t believe he’d relinquished the whole of the investigation into my disappearance over to Wilson; things were far too personal for that. If nothing else I was sure he’d be hovering in the background somewhere, lingering like a bad smell on the edges of my life. Liliad was correct, we really couldn’t afford to stay in the area for much longer.
By the time the bus pulled into Bournemouth the breeze had dropped and a late afternoon sun lingered, its gentle warmth like a lover’s embrace encouraging me to stay outside for a while longer. I decide
