CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
The windscreen wipers worked overtime and Trev kept his speed low. The winding road up the hill was tricky at the best of times and despite his need to get to his destination, sliding into a ditch would be a bad look.
He knew in his heart Darcy was innocent. Some people were inherently good. The only mistake he’d done was come home to the place he grew up and take on the debts of his father. People like him didn’t go around killing for money. Not even a lot of money. The multiple deposits into Darcy’s bank account were still a mystery and until the person responsible was found, it put the police in a difficult position.
This police officer.
Anyone else would have had Darcy in for a formal interview already. In hindsight, he should have done so, just to put it on re
