Chapter fifteen
REMINISCING
On Saturday, Gabriella walked with Joy across a nature strip that led to a concrete-paved path towards Jesse’s house. He wanted to explore a summary of events they might have missed before Erica’s death.
Jesse’s house was a brown brick building. Pebbles surrounded a crème letterbox in the front yard. Conifers and assorted trees stood in the front garden on the right side of the house along the edge of a steel fence. Two white posts stood on either side of a crème-framed screen door with a welcome mat laying in front.
Joy rang the doorbell and waited with jumpy feet and fidgety hands. Her friend was never one to stay still. But, at this moment, she wondered if Jesse had got new information or leads from the police. Had they missed something about Erica a year
