CHAPTER FORTY
As he unlocked the door to the station, Trev had a phone message from Mrs Munro with a screenshot of the contract she’d signed. He sent it to his computer and put the kettle on, then changed his mind and took some bottled water from the fridge. The truck driver was gone and would be charged in Kyneton.
The contract from Mrs Munro was nothing more than a typed agreement for her to sell the property to a development group. He didn’t recognise the name so did an internet search. It led to Terrance. The signature representing the group was indecipherable with no actual name below, just ‘on behalf of’.
“Probably not even legal.” He reached for his phone and dialled Katrina. After giving her the information, he followed up on the SUV hire car. The rental company asked for an ema
