CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Trev put down the phone after letting Rosie know he’d be at least another hour and would make dinner for himself. After a long meeting with Katrina and Bryce, he’d spent the afternoon finishing reports and was only now in a position to catch up with loose ends from the past couple of days.
His stomach growled and he swallowed more water to trick it into believing it was fed. Breakfast with Charlie felt days ago, not hours.
First, he watched footage from Harpreet’s cameras. She had one facing either way outside the shop and had provided an hour either side of the first call about the fire. His main interest was excluding Darcy from the scene. Not only did he not see Darcy or anyone who resembled him, but there was no sign of Sally Austin.
Liar. But why?
He jotted so
