CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
“He’s on his way, darling.” Rosie and Charlotte were outside the bookshop watching the intersection. Dozens of people milled around on the footpaths and road, stopping traffic, and waving placards. “I never thought I’d see a protest in our little town.”
“Do you know any of them?” Charlotte tried to identify anyone she knew but so far, they were all strangers.
“Rent-a-crowd. That’s what I think.”
“Well, I hope Trev doesn’t think this is my doing.” Charlotte was only half joking. The signs used words such as ‘Save the forest’, ‘Stop the destruction’, and ‘No development’.
The truck from the other night was stuck in the middle of the intersection and the driver had his head through the open window yelling at the protestors.
Lights flashing, the patrol car nosed slowl
