Chapter 30
Alex Beckinsale was drawing a picture. Despite the damp weather, he always insisted on spending the morning outside. The Bellbird Assisted Living Apartments boasted a small garden with a slimy fish pond and five park benches artfully placed next to weeping cherry trees and clipped box hedges. This morning Alex had the garden to himself because it was drizzling—at least he had until the visitor had arrived. The man wore a serious blue uniform and had a cool hat to go with it. Alex knew that meant he was a policeman. Maybe he should ask for a hat too—he would feel very important with a hat on.
The policeman didn’t say anything as he sat down. He just watched him drawing for a few minutes. Alex didn’t care, so long as he didn’t nick his pencils. Raindrops started to muck up his w
