Chapter 3
Heath had never been to my house in Candlebark. Every time we’d met initially it had been about the investigation into Andy’s murder in Melbourne. Violence and death weren’t a good start to any kind of relationship. Now there’d been another murder of someone close to me. Was it an omen?
By the time I parked in my driveway, I’d pulled myself together somewhat, after a severe talking to. Inside the house, I started gathering up the toys lying everywhere, and considered washing the few dishes in the sink, then I thought, Stuff it. If he doesn’t like it, too bad. I’d never been to his place. Maybe he was a total pig, with crap everywhere. Maybe he didn’t care. Or maybe he was a neat freak.
Showed how little I knew about him, really. Which was why this chicken-without-a-head act wa
