PROLOGUE
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A THIN CROWD SURROUNDED the casket, and not because of the cold spring rain, which had been pouring for the last twelve hours. Not many people had attended the church service, either.
‘A funeral in the middle of the week will do that to you,’ Diane shook her head with grief. People had jobs and families. She couldn’t blame them for their absence.
The pastor’s words flew past her ears. She had never been a religious person and didn’t find any comfort in the ritual now, either.
Diane’s eyes had swept over the faces of the few people inside the church earlier, and her heart had tightened. Bad luck took away her aunt’s chance of having the people she had known for years at her side on this last day.
The late Martha Elgin had been well known and respected in the county.
