Chapter 16A CHIPPER WOMAN PERHAPS a decade Luella’s junior waved from behind the dog park’s fence. At her side was a standard poodle which, had it been amber blonde in colour rather than black, would have been a dead ringer for its owner.
Luella glanced at Chandelle, whose expression went from blank to frightened in two seconds flat. “We noticed... we thought...”
She couldn’t think of a single thing to say to this woman. This wasn’t at all the type of driver Luella imagined running Grace down. In fact, when she thought back to the smooth, easy way this vehicle had turned off Bloor and into the park, it didn’t seem at all the style of driving that had mowed the poor girl down.
Perhaps this wasn’t the right vehicle after all.
Though, Mistletoe certainly seemed convinced that it w
