Chapter Five
Martha announced she’d found an interesting book in the library. ‘It’s wonderful that you’ve got a library in the inn!’
Her husband declared he was retiring for the night. His eyes looked droopy; he’d been rubbing at them throughout the night, and his feet trudged heavily up the stairs.
Aileen had handed over the brochure for the local museum to Dave as he’d left. It had a free pass they could use the next day.
The Grants spoke for a while. They seemed like a close-knit family. Aileen gave them their privacy and locked up for the night.
She fastened all the larger windows, double-checking each lock, just in case. It was her upbringing, a product of living in the city: locking up was now a habit.
And double-checking was her self-doubt. Aileen huffed an exasperated sigh. N
