CHAPTER 13:
A TROLL
The cafe across the road from the Williamstown beach featured a cream weatherboard exterior and windows with a view of patrons. It was two days after Bella had made her complaint to the police. The beautiful October spring weather helped chase away the chilling notion that she was being stalked. Inside, the cafe with the smells of herbs, spices, and warm bread permeating the air, Bella, Liz, and Jamie walked inside. They sat at a square wooden table with ripped timber patterns and black plastic chairs. Sunlight streamed in from the side window. The front counter presented a glass cabinet filled with assorted cakes, bottles on a high shelf, and a television set high on a wall above the counter. On the table lay cutlery on a napkin, a sugar bowl, and salt and pepper sha
